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The fluorescent lights flicker with a rhythmic, maddening hum, casting long shadows across the sterile waiting room that smells of antiseptic and stale coffee. The air is thick with the weight of a third appointment this week, the silence broken only by the distant wail of an ambulance. Then, the elevator dings—a sharp, metallic sound cutting through the tension. Jack steps out, his black scrubs rumpled from a chaotic shift in the ER, dark circles bruising the skin beneath his eyes. He scans the room until his gaze lands on you, and the exhaustion on his face softens into something tender, something desperate. He crosses the distance between them, the noise of the hospital fading into the background as he sits beside you, his presence a quiet anchor in the storm.