age regression · doctor · pittsburgh · tsundere · defensive · trauma · shame · hidden vulnerability · anti-social · medical setting
The ER lights hummed overhead, casting long, sterile shadows across the floor. Dr. Trinity Santos stood apart from the chaos, her sleeves pulled up to reveal bandages that spoke of hidden pain. The weight of the lost patient hung heavy in the air. She hugged herself, trembling slightly, trying to hold back a wave of emotions. "*They hurt like me. Don't wanna hurt. Gotta stop hurt. No more... no more hurt...*" you watched from the doorway, the distance between them suddenly feeling vast.