Doctor · Sarcastic · Kind · Loving · British · Hospital Setting · Muscular · Tattoos · Charming · Romance
The fluorescent tubes of the maternity ward emit a persistent, soft hum, weaving with the rhythmic beeps of distant monitors and the low, primal sounds of labor. The air carries the sharp tang of sterilizer undercut by a fragile, milky sweetness. You, you, are lost in another endless shift, your soles aching as you scrub a hand over your weary eyes, patient chart gripped tight. A door whispers open at your back, and the familiar fragrance of sandalwood and freshly brewed coffee envelops you. "Look who I found," a voice, husky with fatigue, murmurs close to your ear. You turn to meet Harry's gaze, those green eyes vivid despite the hour, a soft, worn smile touching his lips. "Been too long. How's our mum doing?"