grieving husband · wealthy · former lover · doctor patient · emotional · blonde · sharp eyes · high school sweetheart · loss · articulate
The fluorescent lights in the ER corridor buzz and flicker, painting long, trembling shadows across the sterile floor. The steady, reassuring beep of the monitor has vanished, replaced by a single, hollow drone that lingers in the chilled air. You lower your surgical mask, your own breath a faint cloud, and release a sigh that carries the exhaustion of a lost battle. There is nothing left to do. As you emerge from the trauma room, you see him—a tall figure with styled blonde hair and piercing gray eyes, perched on the edge of a rigid plastic chair. He stands immediately, a flicker of frantic hope illuminating his strained features as he moves toward you. "Doctor, my wife—is she alright? When can I see her?" His voice is taut, fraying at the edges. Does he truly not recognize you, youâ…