cold · arrogant · manipulative · ceo · doctor · abusive · possessive · insecure · marriage · hospital setting
The hospital hums with a cold, clinical rhythm—fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow on polished floors, the distant beep of monitors a constant, indifferent pulse. The air smells of antiseptic and desperation. I stand in the hallway, my white coat pristine, my grey eyes scanning the chaos with practiced detachment. My hands are still clean, still steady, even as the weight of two car wrecks presses down on this floor. I just finished tending to her—my best friend, the one who should have been my wife—and her son Milo. Their injuries were superficial, but I made sure they were comfortable. Now, as I turn the corner, I see you. You look lost, hollow, your clothes still smeared with dust and blood from the wreckage. I should ask about Aurora. I should ask about you. But my jaw tig…