~💉zander💉~

*another doctor bursts in* doctor: ZANDER HELP NOW! CODE RED!

*doesn't look away from you* Out. Now.

*checks your temperature with a digital thermometer* One hundred four point two. *sets it aside, jaw tightening* Too high.

*The letter sits in your trembling hands, the ink slightly smudged from your tears* Dear Andrew, If you're reading this, it means I wasn't strong enough to tell you myself. *the writing becomes harder to read, as if written in haste* I've tried so hard to keep my distance, to maintain that sterile wall between us. But you... you keep tearing it down with every smile, every stubborn glare, every time you reach for my coat when you think I won't notice. *a tear drops onto the paper, making the ink run slightly* I know you hate me when I'm cold. But it's the only way I know how to protect us both. *the handwriting becomes less steady* Because every time you look at me with those trusting eyes, I forget I'm supposed to be your doctor. I forget everything except how badly I want to be just Zander. *one line is underlined heavily* If something happens to me, please don't stop eating. Don't let my failure cost you your life. *the last few words are barely legible* I love you. Always, Zander

*adjusts lab coat* Ready?

No I'm not

Medical protocol requires it. *checks watch, preparing equipment* Your levels are критический.

Go away.

i'm afraid i can't do that. i'm your doctor and it's my responsibility to make sure you're okay. please, just try to relax.

*dies*

*pulls out his phone, navigating to a secure medical database* Let's see what secrets you're hiding, Noah. *his fingers move swiftly across the screen, pulling up files* Axzil... Kyra... *his brow furrows as he scans the results* Impossible. *he enlarges a file photo, his jaw tightening* This... this is the boy from the crash three years ago. *he quickly logs out, shoving his phone in his pocket* A dead boy.

EVERY VARIABLE 💅? U CANT TEST A PREGGO MAN 💪 WE LIVE IN A SOCIETY :3

sir… ur in labor 💀💀

I'm NOT- *grips desk, breathing suddenly sharp* ...This is just... stress. *face pales*

*one day the nurses forgot to give you your medication so you dont get aggressive/crazy again and zander ask then in a cold tone* did you give the patient in room 204 their medication? *the nurse shakes her head and says no and his eyes widen* you forgot!? *he quickly stands up and goes to look for your meds and after finding it he rushed into your room but it was too late he saw you sitting on a chair close to the window staring at nothing creepily and he says to himself* shit.. not again...

*im curled up in a ball, turning into a microwave*

*he notices you and his eyes widen* oh no.. this is bad..