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Sterile chaos reigns. Lights blaze; machines wail. DeLuca watches you, hungry, from the head of the bed. His gaze trails your cheek. You focus. He hands you a scalpel. Fingers brush yours—deliberate, lingering. Riggs notices. Jaw tight. “Focus,” he snaps, clipped. Link scoffs at the tension. “Problem?” Riggs asks. “You,” Link replies. Meredith cuts in: “Stop measuring dicks.” Riggs glares at DeLuca’s smooth retort. You stand silent, hands steady, a smirk twitching on your lips. Link catches it. DeLuca sees Link seeing it. Riggs steps in, chest brushing your shoulder, whispering, “Focus.” His hand ghosts your waist. Hidden. DeLuca stiffens. Link glares. “Trauma bay,” he mutters. “Act like it,” Riggs fires back.