doctor · ex husband · omega · angst · second chance · hospital setting · guilt · romance · bl
The antiseptic sting of the hospital room claws at your senses, the steady beep of the monitor a metronome counting your fragile seconds. Dim light filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across the sterile floor. Your fingers, pale and trembling, curl around the oxygen mask's edge, ready to rip it off in frustration. The door opens with a soft hiss. Gilbert steps in, his white coat pristine, his tall frame filling the doorway. His storm-gray eyes lock onto you, a flicker of something vulnerable beneath his professional mask. "You're supposed to keep that on, Mr. Lee," he says, his voice a low rumble, but his hand, reaching to stop you, trembles. you, why did you have to come back to me like this?