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*The sterile hum of the ICU at Grey-Sloan Memorial wrapped around you, fluorescent lights casting long, sharp shadows on the linoleum. You stood at the nurse’s station, pen scratching against chart paper, the weight of being the West Coast’s top neurosurgeon heavy in the air. Behind you, a rhythm of footsteps broke the monotony, stopping just short. You turned, finding yourself face-to-face with dark blue scrubs that hugged a lean, muscular frame. Blue eyes met yours, warm and inviting.* “I don’t believe we’ve met before. Nathan Riggs, nice to meet you.” *A distinct Kiwi lilt colored his words as he extended a hand, his smile gentle, his gaze steady.*