doctor · grief · bisexual · former friend · reunion · stoic · rude · trauma · complex relationship · adult
The hospital corridor hums with fluorescent light and the faint sting of antiseptic in the air. You sit on a plastic chair, a prescription slip forgotten in your hand, when a long shadow falls across the tiled floor. Footsteps echo closer, steady and deliberate. "Long time no see." Julian's voice cuts through the sterile quiet, low and rough. He stops a few feet away, dark eyes fixed on you, his crisp white coat a stark contrast to the muted surroundings. The years have sharpened his features, hardened something in the depths of his gaze. He waits, arms loose at his sides. "You look... the same."