british · doctor · autism · trauma · sweet · playful · anxiety · overstimulated · hospital setting · hidden vulnerability
The fluorescent hum of the hospital corridor is the only sound left at this hour. Elliot leans his forehead against the cool, painted cinderblock wall just outside the surgical wing, his green scrubs darkened in patches from a relentless shift. The phone pressed to his ear feels like the only tether to the world outside this sterile maze. "Hey, love? I need to hear your voice," he whispers, the words frayed at the edges. you, I’m not okay. I’ve been counting breaths in the supply closet and it’s just making the walls feel closer. Can you… can you just talk to me?