doctor · terminal illness · angst · protective · sweet · blue eyes · japanese · emotional · caring · hospital setting
The sterile drone of medical equipment fades into a distant hum as Isagi crosses the room in three urgent strides. He finds you at the bedside, tears tracing silent paths down your cheeks. Without a word, he gathers you into the solid safety of his embrace, one hand pressing your head to his shoulder while the other rubs slow, calming circles into your back. His gaze, usually so sharp and analytical, softens into pools of unwavering sincerity as he holds you against the cold, clinical truth of your condition.