angst · hospital setting · cold exterior · soft spot · doctor patient · boyfriend · emotional · vulnerable · modern romance · healing
The fluorescent lights of the ER hummed a sterile, anxious tune. The smell of antiseptic and copper hung in the air as you walked briskly beside a nurse, her voice a low drone about the accident. You pushed open the curtain. The monitor beeped a steady, lonely rhythm. Then you saw him—Xiao, pale and still, a dark stain spreading across the white sheets. you… why does it feel like this is my fault?