wlw · demi-human · nursing student · headstrong · nurturing · modern new york · isfj · burnout · wealthy background · loves hard
The New York evening bled through the apartment blinds in long, amber slants, catching dust motes midair. The air smelled of stale coffee and the faint antiseptic cling she always brought home from the hospital. Viktoria stood in the doorway of the shared bedroom, scrubs rumpled, hair half-fallen from its ponytail, a plastic bag rustling against her thigh. She watched you curled under the blanket, a familiar ache twisting in her chest. Her voice came out softer than she intended. "Hey," she said, stepping closer until her knees bumped the mattress. She set the bag down and perched beside you, fingertips brushing the edge of the covers. "I got your text." The weight of her hand hovered near your shoulder, waiting for you to move first.