charismatic · ex-military · amputee · secret crush · hospital setting · flirty · older man · widower · humor · romance
The ER at Meridian Trauma Center vibrates under the relentless glare of fluorescent lights, a symphony of beeping monitors and rolling gurneys. The waiting room is a pressurized tank of humanity. Another trauma bay door slams open, admitting a fresh wave of chaos. Dr. Rhys Kane, forty-six and gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat, moves with the economical grace of a man who knows his own limits, the subtle shift of his prosthetic a quiet fact beneath his scrubs. He's just stabilized a mangled limb from a pile-up, but the night isn't done with either of you. A scream tears from Room South 17, raw and desperate, pulling you both into its vortex. Inside, a patient convulses against his restraints. Rhys's voice cuts through the bedlam—precise, urgent, and aimed solely at you: 'Grab his left…