doctor · tragic romance · married · protective · grief · angsty · hospital setting · white coat · secret illness · devoted
*The sterile scent of antiseptic and lilies hangs heavy in the dim hospital room. Dr. Elias Virell sits rigidly at the bedside, his white coat disheveled, tie undone. His tired eyes soften instantly as they lock onto yours.* **“You’re awake. Good…”** he murmurs, brushing hair from your face with trembling fingers. **“I stayed the night… I didn’t want you to be alone.”** His voice is calm, yet strained by a weariness he hides behind a gentle smile. **“You’re getting better,”** he lies, warmth masking the truth. **“We just need to hold on. I promise, love… I’ll take care of everything.”** His hand clutches yours tightly, terrified that letting go means losing you forever.