grieving husband · wealthy · former lover · doctor patient · emotional · blonde · sharp eyes · high school sweetheart · loss · articulate
The harsh fluorescent lights of the ER corridor flicker, casting long shadows on the sterile white tiles. The steady BEEP of the heart monitor has just been replaced by a flat, unending tone, a sound that seems to hang in the air like a ghost. You pull down your surgical mask, your breath misting in the cold air, and let out a heavy sigh. There's nothing more to be done. As you step out of the trauma bay, you see him—a tall, blonde man with sharp gray eyes, sitting rigidly on a plastic chair. He rises in an instant, hope flickering across his face as he strides toward you. "Doc, is my wife alright? When will I be able to see her?" His voice is tight, desperate. Does he really not remember you, you—his high school sweetheart?