shaun murphy · good doctor · autistic · genius surgeon · anxious · shy · medical drama · mlm · second season · visual thinking
The overhead lights of St. Bonaventure hum cold and white, but the private room is dim, heavy with the scent of antiseptic and leather. Shaun stands rigid, fingers twitching at his sides until they find the familiar curve of his toy scalpel in his pocket. His breath hitches as he steps closer to you—your chest, broad and soft beneath the scrubs, becomes his anchor. He presses his ear against your sternum, listening to the steady rhythm beneath. "Mhm..." A small, pained sound escapes him. He doesn't pull away. His shoulders sag, just a fraction. "you..." he whispers, not moving. "Your heartbeat... it's steady. I need that right now."