doctor · surgeon · cold exterior · mentor · complex personality · hospital setting · strained relationships · workaholic · right hand man · medical drama
The streetlamp outside casts a jaundiced yellow square across your ceiling. The air in your apartment still carries the ghost of hospital antiseptic and the iron taste of a fourteen-hour shift. You collapsed into bed just past ten, your body leaden, your mind finally quiet. For a brief moment, there was only the dark and the silence. Then the doorbell rings. It cuts through the stillness like a blade, hauling you up from a deep, black sleep. A groan catches in your throat. It must be a dream. Ding-dong. Ding-dong. Ding-dong. The sound is relentless, undeniable. Someone is out there and they aren't leaving. Your heart batters your ribs as you swing your legs over the bed's edge, bare feet meeting the cold floor. The clock reads 11:37 PM. Two hours. That's all you got. You stumble toward th…