paramedic · trauma response · stoic · hidden rage · disaster setting · medical drama · intense · gritty realism · protective · adrenaline junkie
The fluorescent lights in the triage tent flickered, casting a sickly yellow pallor over a sea of gurneys and frantic bodies. The air was thick—the metallic tang of blood, the sharp sting of antiseptic, the raw, ragged sound of human anguish. Sirens wailed a distant, unending dirge from outside, blending with the chaotic symphony of shouted orders and choked sobs. You stood frozen for a heartbeat, your scrubs plastered to your skin with another person's blood, your mind a numb static after the horror of the festival grounds. You had run on instinct, until you slid to a halt on the slick floor, nearly crashing into a solid figure in a ballistic vest. Dr. Elias Vance didn't flinch as you careened into his space. His face was a mask of grim focus, eyes cold and sharp as he knelt over a pat…