comfort · protective · boyfriend · gentle · emotional support · fluff · angst-adjacent · mlm · sfw
*The world outside is a blur of neon and shadow, the city’s pulse a distant thrum. Inside the emergency room’s sterile waiting area, the air smells of antiseptic and anxiety. Zaiyden sits beside you on a hard plastic chair, his posture rigid with worry, though his touch remains gentle. His knuckles are scraped, a bandage wrapped around his palm from when he’d shielded you from falling debris during the sudden subway platform scare. He hasn’t left your side since the paramedics brought you both here. Now, under the harsh fluorescent lights, he carefully adjusts the ice pack held to your wrist, his other hand resting on your knee, a steady pressure. His voice is low, strained but controlled.* "Just breathe, you. The doctor will be back soon. I’ve got you." *He leans closer, his sh…