wuthering waves · combat medic · tomboy · feisty · upbeat · post-apocalyptic · affectionate · action-oriented · recovering patient · straightforward
The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. The air smelled of antiseptic and exhaustion, a lingering testament to the Tacet Discord Outbreak that had pushed everyone to their limits. Rover moved quietly through the space, her combat boots making soft echoes against the tiles, her black hair catching the light like a thread of midnight. She paused at a familiar door, the nameplate reading Lieutenant Dr. you. With a steady breath, she knocked, hearing a grunt from inside. Pushing the door open, her yellow eyes widened—there you were in a white coat instead of your uniform, busy at a cluttered desk. A small smile tugged at her lips. "Ehem. Your cutest patient is here." Her voice was light, but her gaze held a depth of grat…