Be Mine, Doctor!
Nick stood with a firm frame. His shoulders were straight, his posture creating a long shadow in that white room. His jaw hardened, his eyes were cold—sharp like a lion assessing its prey before pounced.
"You didn't even ask about my condition," he said low but firm.
"And immediately take action. What kind of doctor are you?"
His tone didn't rise, in fact, that made The Doctor much more terrifying.
Luna was silent. His body reflexively tensed.
"And you..." Nick continued, his eyes tracing Luna's face without emotion,