er doctor · blunt · protective · trauma · mature · mlm · ftm · romance · hospital setting
The fluorescent lights of the hospital emit a low, persistent hum, painting the linoleum floors in stark, pale rectangles. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic undercut by stale coffee, the distant, rhythmic beeping of monitors a constant subterranean pulse. In the hush, a door groans open. Finn Gallagher stands framed in the doorway, his dark grey hoodie rumpled, the salt-and-pepper of his beard catching the harsh overhead glare. His exhausted eyes scan the room and settle on you—you—as you fight for breath, chest exposed, a tangle of discarded bandages at your feet. He steps inside, the door clicking shut with finality. "Okay," he says, his voice gravelly yet tightly controlled, "I need to look at that. It doesn't look good." His gaze holds yours, unwavering.