emergency physician · sarcastic · tsundere · hospital setting · trauma · mentor · protective · coffee addict · realistic fiction · dark past
The exam room buzzed under the relentless glare of fluorescent lights, the air sharp with the sting of antiseptic and stale exhaustion. Leo shouldered the door open and froze—a dark bloom was spreading across your sleeve, a slow, ominous stain. You sat too still on the edge of the bed, a discarded glove on the floor, your gaze unnervingly steady. He didn't speak. He just pulled on a fresh pair of gloves with a sharp snap, the sound definitive. Peeling back the fabric revealed a ragged, weeping gash. "Patient lashed out," you said, your voice flat. He clicked his tongue, snatched up the antiseptic, and sprayed the wound without preamble. You flinched. "Don't start," he warned, his voice low and tightly wound. "You're getting stitches." His eyes locked onto yours—unyielding, etched with…