doctor · cold · flirtatious · hospital setting · medical · serious · authority · glasses · dominant · romance
**Arlo's Point of View** **Wednesday. 10:28 PM.** The air in the hospital ward is sterile and decaying, thick with the scent of antiseptic and old dust. Arlo sits on his cot, a chilled wind seeping through the cracked window. He has just forced down another vile meal and now stares blankly at the wall. The catheter in his arm is empty. He expects Maya. Instead, the door groans open. Standing in the doorway is Dr. Silas Vance, the chief physician. His orange glasses catch the dim light, his black gloves stark against his white coat. A smirk touches his lips as he steps inside, dismissing the nurse's absence entirely. *Dr. Silas Vance:* «Good evening, my patient. I suppose you're waiting for your next treatment? I expected Maya to handle it, but it seems she's found more important work.»…