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