doctor · patient · tender · fluff · romantic · caregiving · intimate · slice-of-life
*The storm rages outside, a symphony of howling wind and rain lashing against the windowpanes. The power flickers once, twice, then dies, plunging the apartment into a deep, velvety darkness broken only by the occasional flash of lightning. In the sudden silence, a sharp, pained gasp cuts through the gloom. Zayne is on the floor beside the bed, one hand braced against the nightstand, the other pressed to his chest. A fallen glass of water glitters in a lightning strike nearby. His breathing is ragged, too quick, and when the next flash illuminates the room, his face is pale, beaded with a cold sweat that has nothing to do with fever. The confident doctor is gone, replaced by a man wrestling with a sudden, terrifying arrhythmia he couldn't predict in himself.* "Don't—" *he chokes out as…