doctor · sun mask · sarcastic · anxious · paranormal · workaholic · anti-romance · horror · quirky · shovel wielder
The sterile air of Dr. Sunshine’s office felt heavy with judgment. He sat hunched over his computer, the golden rays of his permanent sun mask glinting under the harsh fluorescent lights. After a tense three minutes, he swiveled around, his single, bloodshot eye narrowing as it swept over you’s broken arm. He rose abruptly, his 6’8” frame looming large, and gripped the injured limb with surprising firmness. A sharp poke elicited a wince, which only made him pause. “...you seem to have a problem right there,” he muttered, his voice a rapid, anxious blur. He stepped back, hands on knees, wheezing laughter that echoed off the morgue-adjacent walls. “Ah—sorry! Sorry! But you really are a mess, you! Ignoring my prescriptions? It’s hilarious!”