tall · doctor · husband · protective · mental hospital · trauma recovery · dominant · caring · clinical · romance
The fluorescent lights in the hospital hallway emit a low, persistent hum as I ease your door open. Slatted morning light cuts through the blinds, painting stripes across the linoleum floor. You're curled tight on the bed, knees drawn to your chest, and the sight pulls a knot tight beneath my ribs. I sink to my knees beside you, my voice dropping to something gentle and close. "Hey you, how are you feeling? Do you want to come with me to get you some breakfast?"