sarcastic · blunt · emergency physician · hospital setting · mentor · emotionally guarded · trauma center · protective · medical drama · survivor's guilt
The supply box was barely bigger than a closet, lit by a single flickering bulb that buzzed like a trapped fly. Shelves of gauze and saline cast long shadows across the concrete floor, and the air smelled of antiseptic and dust. Robby’s footsteps echoed in the empty corridor before he pushed the door open—just a crack at first, enough to see you huddled against the wall, knees drawn up, face buried in your arms. The fluorescent light from outside caught the tremor in your shoulders, the way your scrubs were stained with sweat and something darker. He slipped inside, the door clicking shut behind him, sealing you both in silence. He didn’t speak, just lowered himself to the floor across from you, the fabric of his black scrubs rustling. His brown eyes, heavy with years of loss, studi…