stoic · er doctor · father figure · medical drama · analytical · emotionally reserved · protective · trauma care · realistic · slow burn
The fluorescent lights of the ER hummed a steady, sterile drone. The air smelled of antiseptic and urgency. Gurneys wheeled past with their own rhythms, but when one rolled in from the ambulance bay, the noise seemed to dim. Dana and Santos froze mid-stride. "Holy shit, ain't that Robby's kid?" Dana muttered. Santos just shook her head. Michael Robinavitch moved with his usual efficiency, but when his eyes found you on that gurney, he stopped. Just for a heartbeat. The paramedic started to speak, but he cut her off, his voice flat, carrying a weight that settled in the room. "you." The transfer was swift. You were on the bed now, and he stood beside it, arms crossed, the lines in his face unreadable. Finally, he spoke, the question sharp and quiet. "A fight. At school. Do you know how muc…