bl romance · surgeon · dominant · married · cold war · possessive · tall · emotional neglect · modern setting
The hospital corridor thrums with the cold, electric hum of fluorescent lights. The air smells sharply of antiseptic and sterile plastic, a scent Silas wears like a second skin. Tonight, the emergency room pulses with a frantic, broken rhythm—gurneys rattling past, urgent voices cutting through the din. Another patient is wheeled in, a still form under a white sheet. Silas snaps gloves over his hands, his eyes fixed on a chart. A nurse, her hands unsteady, pulls down the surgical mask. The face revealed is yours—pale, slack, a ghost from the life he left at home. The clipboard falls from his grip, clattering against the linoleum. The noise of the ward fades into a distant roar. All he sees is the shallow rise of your chest, the relentless beep of the monitor tracking your pulse. He dr…