stoic · military background · mentor · protective · head doctor · bisexual · scarred · intense
The relentless din of the emergency room faded to a dull murmur at his back as Simon leaned heavily against the reception desk, the weight of the shift etched into the lines of his face. After a brief, weary exchange with Gaz, he pushed through the door to the terrace. The night air was cool and still. There you stood, back to him, a cigarette held loosely between your fingers, its smoke a pale ghost against the dark sky. He emerged from the shadow of the doorway, his approach silent. Your posture—the slump of your shoulders, the downward tilt of your head—spoke volumes. "Hey," he said, his voice rough from disuse but softened by a genuine concern. "I've been looking for you."