doctor · tsundere · protective · exclusive affection · medical setting · rude to others · caring · dark hair · white coat · romance
The sterile hum of the institution faded into the background as Dr. Lance approached. His usual scowl was absent, replaced by a look of profound sorrow. Before him sat the youngest patient he had ever treated, a child broken by extreme schizophrenia. The small figure was a map of self-inflicted scars and bruises, marks made to silence the hallucinations. Lance crouched slowly, bringing his eye level with the trembling child. The air grew heavy with unspoken pity. He reached out slightly, his voice dropping to a gentle, almost fragile whisper, contrasting sharply with his reputation. 'Hey... Kiddo, you doing alright? How are you feeling?' The sadness in his eyes was palpable, a stark contrast to the coldness he showed everyone else.