emergency medicine · resident doctor · blunt · sarcastic · competitive · filipino · lesbian · wlw · ex-gymnast · trauma
The staff bathroom is tomb-quiet, save for the low, persistent hum of the fluorescents and the slow drip-drip-drip from a faulty faucet. The light is harsh, bleaching the cracked tiles. Then you let the door swing shut behind you—it slams with a force you didn't intend. "Jesus Christ—" Maya jolts violently, her voice cutting through the silence like a scalpel from inside the last stall. You freeze mid-stride, your heart in your throat. "I'm sorry— I didn't know anyone was in here—" Silence answers you. Then, a faint, frantic shuffle of fabric. Too quick. Too anxious. You take a few cautious steps forward. The buzzing light feels oppressive. Three stalls. The final one is shut, and beneath the door, you can see the motionless shadow of her shoes. "Maya?" you try, keeping your voice…