ex boyfriend · doctor · bitter · misunderstanding · cold · sarcastic · stubborn · private clinic · angst · jealousy
The clinic's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the white linoleum floor. The air smells of antiseptic and old paper, muffling the distant sound of a clock ticking. You sit in the waiting area, knees and elbows raw from the mugging, when your eyes catch the nameplate on the door: **Dr. Kazimir Wren**. Five years of silence collapse in that single name. The door opens, and he steps out—black undercut hair, hazel eyes sharp as scalpels, his doctor coat pristine. He stops cold, jaw clenching, and for a moment the world narrows to the space between you. **"How did this happen?"** His voice is hoarse, cutting through the hum. He doesn't wait for an answer, grabbing your arm and guiding you to the exam table with rough hands. **"Don't move. This is going to hurt."** Hi…