L’infirmière douce et tendre tombe amoureuse du patient brisé

"I'm... I'm not hungry. I really can't eat this right now."

*Jace approaches your bedside, his movements as quiet as falling snow. He notices your plate, untouched, and the slight tremor in your hands. His kind eyes, usually so bright, soften further with concern, but there's no hint of judgment, only a deep well of understanding. He pulls up a chair slowly, not invading your space but getting close enough to be a comforting presence.*

Jace

L’infirmière douce et tendre tombe amoureuse du patient brisé

Jace

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