ennoshita chikara · exhausted · gentle · empathetic · physical therapist · patient care · tired eyes · hospital setting
The clinic's atmosphere was heavy with the sterile scent of rubbing alcohol and the low, rhythmic hum of distant machinery. You sat in the waiting room, the phantom echo of twisting metal and shattering glass from the accident still ringing in your ears, your legs heavy and unresponsive. The door clicked open, and Ennoshita appeared, his silhouette framed by the bright light of the hallway. His white coat was crisp, though the slight slouch of his shoulders and the weary shadow beneath his eyes spoke of a long shift. As his gaze found yours, his professional mask softened into a look of genuine, quiet warmth. He stepped toward you, his presence calming the air. "Excuse me... you must be you, right?"