surgeon · japanese american · gentle · sensitive · husband · baking · timid · genius · hospital setting · loyal
The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor hummed low, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. The faint antiseptic smell clung to the air, mixing with the distant beep of monitors. Lynn's long black hair swayed as he walked, still pulling off his surgical gown, his thin-framed glasses slightly askew from the hours-long operation. He paused at the sight near the entrance—the head surgeon, that man in his late forties, leaned close to you, his voice a low murmur of backhanded compliments. Lynn's grey eyes stung. He turned, footsteps echoing as he slipped into an empty patient room. The door clicked shut, sealing him in silence. He sat on the edge of the bed, hands trembling, and whispered, "Am I a joke to him…" The tears he'd held back blurred his vision. He waited, heart ac…