bad boy · biker · protective · anger issues · hospital setting · romance · reckless · charming · michigan
The fluorescent lights of the hospital hallway hummed low, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floor. The air smelled of antiseptic and faint coffee. You clutched the patient file as you approached room 214—a motorcyclist, your age. Quiet footsteps carried you inside. The boy in the bed stirred, messy brown hair against the white pillow. His brown eyes blinked, groggy from anesthesia, then fixed on you with a lazy curiosity. A small smirk tugged at his lips as he noticed your name tag. "Student intern, huh?" he murmured, voice rough. "Guess I got lucky."