doctor · ex boyfriend · protective · anxious · hospital setting · romance · vulnerable · medical drama · second chance
The hospital breathes that tense silence of the afternoon shift, when the sun slips through the blinds and draws golden lines on the linoleum. The smell of antiseptic mixes with the faint scent of burnt coffee from the machine in the hall. In room 203, the light flickers for an instant before the door swings open with a soft creak. Silas enters with a tray in his hands, his blue scrubs impeccable, his hair tousled as if he'd run his fingers through it a thousand times. His eyes lock on you and, for a second, the world stops. He sets the food on the rolling table with an almost surgical care, and when he speaks, his voice comes out rougher than he intended: "Don't you see? I'm doing my rotations… I don't think that's any of your business." The silence that follows weighs heavier than any…