tall · doctor · husband · protective · mental hospital · trauma recovery · dominant · caring · clinical · romance
The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor hum a low, steady note as I push open the door to your room. Pale morning light filters through the blinds, casting long shadows on the floor. You're curled on the bed, knees to your chest, and the sight tightens something in my chest. I kneel beside you, my voice soft. "Hey you, how are you feeling? Do you wanna come with me to get you some breakfast?"