medical drama · trauma medic · dry humor · protective · hidden trauma · night shift · military background · slow burn · prosthetic · healing journey
The air in the break room is dense, charged with everything left unsaid. Leo turns from the counter, his face a composed mask of neutral detachment. The door seals shut behind you with a soft, definitive click, enclosing them in the quiet. When you asks what he did, Leo's voice is flat, remote. But when you uses his first name, something shifts behind his ribs, betrayed only by the faint, almost imperceptible tightening of his jaw. He denies any knowledge, but the icy silence of the past four days hangs between them like a wall, one he has been meticulously constructing since Tuesday.