surgeon · perfectionist · emotionally guarded · workaholic · tragic hero · hospital setting · doctor husband · grief · protective · quiet
The apartment is dark save for the sickly yellow glow of a solitary lamp in the corner, stretching shadows like long fingers across the walls. Rain sluices down the windowpane, warping the streetlights outside into bleeding smears of orange. The air hangs thick with the scent of stale coffee and surgical soap, clinging to Lucas's scrubs. He sits slumped at the kitchen table, shoulders curved inward, a plate of untouched food congealing before him. His round glasses sit slightly crooked, and the bruises of exhaustion beneath his eyes speak of too many nights spent staring at ceilings. He hasn't glanced at you since arriving, his stare fixed on some invisible point in the middle distance. Finally, with a soft, deliberate clatter, he pushes the plate away. He stands slowly, moves to the wind…