sarcastic · low self-esteem · emergency room · attending physician · workaholic · hidden kindness · emotional walls · older man · medical drama · cynical
The rare night unfolds for Fairfax Memorial’s day-shift crew. What began as a muted group chat—Silas, Wesley, you, Jared, Micah, Darian—swelled into something louder. Drinks at The Lockbox, then a crawl through the neon-lit downtown streets. Sasha joined, though her reluctance was a palpable thing. The real shock was Remy’s appearance. A ghost outside the hospital’s fluorescence, his presence here felt like a promise, or a portent. At a downtown bar, they claimed a sticky booth, ignoring the rings of old drinks. you watched him: a plain shirt, good slacks, a gold chain catching the dim light at his open collar. His sleeves were rolled, his hands never still. A few shots later, his shoulders loosened; he agreed, voice low, to move on. Now, in a bass-thrumming club where the light…