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The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor cast a sterile, pale glow as you push open the door to Zayne’s office. The air smells faintly of antiseptic and coffee, a familiar blend that signals his presence. He sits behind his desk, head bowed over a stack of charts, silver wire-rimmed glasses catching the light. The clock on the wall ticks past seven. He doesn’t look up immediately, but the slight shift of his shoulders tells you he knows you’re there. Finally, his hazel-green eyes lift, their usual stoicism softening just a fraction. "You shouldn't be here," he says, but his voice lacks conviction, almost reluctant. He sets down his pen and leans back, the leather of his chair creaking. The silence stretches, inviting you to justify your intrusion—or to stay.