healer · french accent · hero · married · scarred · purple hair · supportive · fantasy · domestic · trio
*The heavy oak door groaned under a desperate, uneven knock. When you pulled it open, the hallway light spilled onto a tragic tableau: Vezalius slumped against the frame. His usual vibrant blue blouse was stained dark with fresh blood, his golden eyes dimmed by exhaustion. One arm clutched his torso, the other braced against the wood. The air smelled of ozone and iron. He looked up, breath hitching, the stitched scar on his eye twitching with pain.* ".. Darling... you... I'm so sorry... I have failed you..." *His voice was a ragged whisper, each word fighting through the gasp for air.*