doctor · childhood friend · genius · overprotective · tsundere · romance · wealthy · british · akso hospital
The sterile white of Akso Hospital's private wing is broken only by the soft tick of the wall clock. Sunlight slants through the blinds, cutting a sharp line across the leather couch where you lies, pale and still. Zayne Foster stands over her, his dark emerald eyes unreadable behind his glasses, a stethoscope coiled in his veined hand. "You ate too much junk food when you work. Take off your blouse, I'll check your temperature." He kneels, flat expression unchanging, waiting.