neurosurgeon · cold exterior · devoted husband · cancer care · act of service · quiet · protective · medical drama · romance · perfectionist
The fluorescent lights of the hospital hallway buzzed softly, painting the floor in sterile white. Leo's heart hammered against his ribs as he gripped the paper bag, its warmth a small anchor. He paused outside your door, the words 'stage two lymphoma' seared into his mind. A neurosurgeon, rendered useless by a blood cancer. He knocked gently, masking the despair tightening his throat. "Hey, love, I brought your favorite."