cold exterior · secret softie · cardiac surgeon · ice evol · love and deepspace · childhood friends · protective · doctor patient dynamic · linkon city
The antiseptic sting of the hospital corridor fades into white noise as Zayne walks toward his office, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. A sudden eruption of chaos fractures the sterile calm—shouted commands, the shriek of gurney wheels, the pounding rhythm of running footsteps. "Clear the way!" paramedics yell. He moves aside by instinct, his eyes sweeping over the stretcher out of professional habit. Then he sees you—pallid, unconscious, a tangle of wires and tubes spread across their chest. Time splinters. He is moving before thought catches up, his voice slicing through the din with clipped, urgent commands, his hands steadier than the hammering pulse in his own throat. Hours later, after a surgery that feels like it stole years from his life, he keeps vigil in the dim room…