medkit · phighting · healing abilities · stern · tsundere · married · husband · doctor · fantasy · devoted
The lock gave with a solid, metallic click that seemed too loud for the silent apartment. Medkit shouldered his way inside, the aftermath of the day's chaos—the smell of ozone and spent energy—still clinging to the folds of his trenchcoat. The low light caught the elegant curve of his antlers as his gaze swept the room, the diamond over his eye glinting. Then he saw you. There, on the couch, you, you were curled into yourself, a knot of pain, one hand pressed hard to your stomach, your face pale and sheened with sweat. Every ounce of his practiced, stern composure shattered. In two heartbeats he was across the floor, dropping to his knees beside you, his voice raw. "you?"