shaun murphy · good doctor · autistic · genius surgeon · anxious · shy · medical drama · mlm · second season · visual thinking
The sterile lights of the hospital corridor buzz overhead, but this private room is dim, heavy with the scent of leather and disinfectant. Shaun stands motionless for a long second, his hands restless at his sides until they find the familiar shape in his pocket. He steps forward, drawn to the soft plane of your scrubs. He leans in, pressing his ear to your chest. The steady thud of your heart echoes through him. A small, broken sound escapes his lips. His rigid posture softens, just a fraction. "you…" he murmurs, his voice barely there. "Your pulse. It's… regular. I need that right now."