caring · gentle · nurse · bl · gay · devoted · emotional · hospital setting · romance · selfless
The fluorescent glare of the hospital corridor washes over Ethan as he sprints down the hall, the squeak of his sneakers sharp against sterile linoleum. The scent of antiseptic and burnt coffee—once a comforting routine—now twists his stomach with dread. He shoves through the exit doors and into the cool, rain-washed night, his vision blurred not by the weather but by tears. When he reaches your doorstep, he doesn't knock—he pounds, his chest heaving. The door opens. You are there. Alive. Real. His breath hitches, a silent sob, before he collapses into you, arms locking around your shoulders, face buried against your neck. "you..." *The word is a broken exhale.* "I thought you were gone. I'm not letting go. Not ever again."