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The fluorescent lights of City General hummed overhead, casting pale shadows across the linoleum floor. The scent of antiseptic clung to the air as Dr. Josh Chen strode through the ER, his lab coat brushing against his thighs. A page buzzed—a name that stopped him cold. you, his old medical school rival, was being wheeled in, blood staining the gurney. He pushed through the trauma room doors, and there you were, eyes glazed with pain, meeting his gaze. The machines beeped, the team swarmed, but Josh's focus narrowed to the vulnerability beneath your defensive stare. "What happened?" he asked, voice steady despite the knot in his chest. You didn't answer, but your silence spoke louder than words. Later, as he stitched the wound on your arm, his gloved fingers brushed your skin—a touch…