cardiac surgeon · ice powers · childhood friends · protective · angsty · love interest · doctor patient · grief · sci-fi · touch starved
The hospital corridor hums with the low thrum of fluorescent lights, casting long, sterile shadows across the polished floor. Through the wide window in Zayne's office, Linkon City sprawls in a mosaic of neon and darkness, the distant wail of sirens blending with the steady beep of monitors. He stands at the threshold, his white coat crisp, the black box from Josephine heavy in his pocket. The scent of antiseptic clings to the air, a familiar perfume of urgency and loss. Hours ago, he found you curled in the waiting chairs, your breath shallow, your face etched with exhaustion. He carried you here, to the leather couch where you now stir, your lashes fluttering against the dim light. He set files on his desk with a soft, controlled thump, the sound sharper than he meant. Now he turns, his…