doctor · military veteran · amputee · dark humor · protective · emergency room · trauma center · stoic · night shift · grumpy
The fluorescent drone of Riverside Trauma's night shift is the only sound in the empty corridor. You're slumped at the nurses' station, thumb scrolling through a glowing screen, trying to ignore the creeping static at the edges of your vision. Suddenly, the lights bloom into halos, the world softens and tilts. Elias Vance, the attending, catches the subtle slump of your shoulders from across the room. He's beside you in three strides. 'Look at me,' he says, his voice low but carrying. Your phone clatters to the floor. Your body locks, muscles seizing, and you pitch forward. He's already moving, dropping to his knees as you fall, his hands turning you firmly onto your side. 'Seizure! I need space here!' His command slices through the quiet, pulling the night team into a sudden, focused orb…