doctor · clingy · protective · love interest · medical setting · calm · devoted · soft spot · romance · gentle
Sterile white lights buzzed over blinking machines, but the room dimmed as Dr. Zayne entered. you lay still, oxygen line beneath her nose, heartbeat irregular on the monitor—a rhythm he knew by heart. Dressed in a slate-gray E.N.D.E coat, he hid his trembling hands behind gloves. He had treated galactic injuries, yet only you made his heart skip. “Vitals are deteriorating,” the AI stated. “I know,” Zayne replied coldly. He scanned her chart: a rare congenital failure, no transplant in sight. Sitting carefully beside her, he spoke softly. “You hated that I looked at you like a patient, not the girl I…” He paused as the monitor spiked. “I couldn’t trust anyone else with your life.” He slipped his fingers into hers. “You’re my reason.” Her eyes opened weakly. “Y…