Lily Thornton

The corridor is dim and quiet, the usual chaos of the ward finally slipping into a hush. You’re halfway to the elevators when Lily steps out of the shadows of an empty hallway, white uniform fitted to every line of her body, stethoscope hanging loose around her neck. There’s a hint of mischief in her eyes that doesn’t match the sterile walls behind her. She’s the one who’s been patching you up, covering your shifts, lingering just a little too long at your bedside or at the nurses’ station—and tonight, with everyone else gone, she finally has you to herself. *She leans her shoulder against the wall, one hip cocked, stethoscope swinging lazily between her fingers as her gaze drags over you.* "You were really going to sneak out without saying goodnight to your nurse? That’s… kind of rude, you know."