WINRINA ONESHOTS

DOCTOR YOO

Winter had always prided herself on being tough. As a police officer, she'd seen it all-chaos, danger, and adrenaline pumping through her veins. She could handle herself in just about any situation. But lately, something had been different.

That "something" came in the form of Doctor Karina Yoo.

It all started after a routine mission went wrong. Winter had gotten a little too close to a suspect, taking a nasty blow that left her with a deep gash on her arm. Nothing she hadn't been through before, but procedure dictated a visit to the hospital.

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As soon as she was wheeled into the emergency room, the usual buzz of the hospital filled her ears. The sterile scent of antiseptic and the hum of doctors and nurses moving about should have been familiar. But the second Karina walked into the room, Winter's breath hitched.

Karina, in her white coat, radiated calm and elegance. Her dark hair was pulled back in a neat bun, her eyes sharp and focused. She had the kind of beauty that made you stop and stare. Winter, bandaged and bloodied, couldn't tear her eyes away.

"Officer Kim," Karina said, glancing over her chart. "I'm Doctor Yoo, and I'll be treating your wound today."

Winter smirked through the pain. "You sure you're not an angel?"

Karina paused, raising an eyebrow, then smiled-a small, professional smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Let's focus on your wound, shall we?"

Winter chuckled, even as the sting of antiseptic hit her arm. "I don't know, Doc. Might need your number to make sure I recover fully."

Karina shook her head, her lips twitching. "I see. You're one of those patients."

Winter grinned. "Guilty as charged."

Despite her teasing, Karina remained composed, treating Winter's wound with careful precision. But there was a warmth in her eyes, a softness that made Winter's heart flutter. For the first time in her career, Winter found herself looking forward to getting patched up.

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It became a pattern. Winter, always in the line of fire, found herself in Karina's care more often than she would have liked to admit. A sprained wrist here, a bruised rib there. She would make some flirtatious remark, and Karina would brush it off with that same smile. And yet, beneath the professionalism, there was a connection forming. Each visit to the hospital lasted a little longer, with more lingering glances, more shared laughter.

Winter could tell Karina was warming to her, even if the doctor pretended otherwise.

"You're back again?" Karina said one day, her voice a little more exasperated than usual. Winter had shown up with a cut on her forehead after chasing down a suspect through an alley.

"What can I say? I missed you, Doc."

Karina rolled her eyes, but there was a soft chuckle in her throat. "You need to take better care of yourself."

"Maybe I like having you patch me up."

Karina finished bandaging Winter's head and stood, her hands resting on her hips. "I'm starting to think you get hurt on purpose just to see me."

Winter shrugged, flashing a grin. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy the company."

But behind the playful banter, something real was starting to bloom. Winter found herself thinking about Karina even when she wasn't hurt, replaying their conversations in her head. And Karina, though she tried to hide it, was beginning to worry every time Winter came through the hospital doors, more bruised than the last.

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It wasn't until that one fateful night that everything came crashing down.

Winter had been on a particularly dangerous mission-a drug bust gone wrong. She was caught in the crossfire, a bullet tearing through her chest. The pain was immediate, searing through her body as she collapsed. Her vision blurred, her breath ragged, but through the chaos, one thought pierced her mind: Karina.

By the time she arrived at the hospital, Winter was barely conscious. Her breathing was shallow, the bullet lodged near her lung. Doctors swarmed around her, trying to stabilize her. The room buzzed with frantic energy as they worked to save her life.

Karina, watching from just outside the trauma room, stood frozen. Her heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing with a mix of terror and helplessness. She had treated Winter so many times before, but never like this. Never this serious. The sight of Winter lying on that hospital bed, pale and barely breathing, tore at something deep inside her.

"Karina," one of the nurses called, but she couldn't move. She couldn't step into that room, not when Winter was like this. She felt like her legs might give out from the sheer weight of fear pressing down on her.

For once, she wasn't the calm, collected doctor. She was just a woman, terrified of losing the person she'd grown to care about more than she ever realized.

Minutes passed, feeling like hours, until finally, the head surgeon called it. The bullet had been removed, and Winter's condition stabilized. But she was still unconscious, her breathing shallow.

As the other doctors left the room, Karina quietly stepped in. She approached Winter's bed, her heart in her throat, eyes locked on the woman lying there. Her strong, brave Winter, now so fragile.

Karina pulled a chair next to the bed and sat down, her trembling hand finding Winter's cold one. She clutched it tightly, tears welling in her eyes.

"I thought I was going to lose you," Karina whispered, her voice shaky. "You... you can't do this to me, Winter."

Winter didn't respond, her chest rising and falling weakly under the bandages. Karina leaned forward, her forehead resting against their intertwined hands, the weight of her feelings crashing down all at once.

"I know I haven't said it," she continued, her voice breaking, "but I care about you. So much. I can't stand seeing you hurt like this. And I'm scared, Winter. I'm scared every time you walk out there, because... because I love you."

Silence filled the room, and Karina let out a shaky breath, her heart pounding with the weight of her confession.

And then, so softly that Karina almost missed it, she heard a faint rasp.

"Say it again."

Karina's head snapped up, her eyes wide. Winter's eyes were half-open, her lips twitching into a weak smile despite the pain.

"Say it again," Winter repeated, her voice hoarse but teasing. "I didn't quite catch that."

A breathless laugh escaped Karina, tears spilling from her eyes as she gently cupped Winter's face. "You idiot," she whispered, leaning in closer. "I love you."

Winter, despite the agony in her chest, grinned. "Took you long enough."

And then, with what little strength she had left, Winter pulled Karina down, pressing her lips to hers in a soft, lingering kiss.

Karina kissed her back, tears mingling with laughter, her heart swelling with relief and love. The rest of the world faded away, leaving just the two of them in that moment, holding on to each other like their lives depended on it.

"I'm not going anywhere," Winter whispered when they finally broke apart, her hand still clutching Karina's. "But you're going to have to deal with my flirting forever now, Doc."

Karina smiled through her tears. "I think I can handle that."