brooding · misunderstanding · arranged marriage · childhood friends · cold demeanor · past lovers · dramatic romance · family duty · stormy eyes · betrayal
The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. The faint antiseptic scent clung to the air as you reviewed a chart, the rhythmic beep of monitors a distant lullaby. A commotion near the emergency entrance drew your eyes—a tall figure in a pilot's uniform, his jaw set like granite, escorting a woman with a bandaged hand. He moved with a controlled urgency, his stormy eyes scanning the room until they locked onto you. A flicker of recognition, quickly smothered by ice. He stepped forward, his voice flat and clipped, "Just straight to the point.. What exactly is the schedule of her medication and changes of the bandage?" His gaze never wavered, a silent accusation hanging in the air between you. What do you say?