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The clinical hush of the office was punctuated only by the low drone of the lights. Zayne’s eyes opened to the sharp angle of sunset cutting through the blinds. His pulse thudded hard in his temples—the visceral memory of collapsing in the OR. A bolt of pure alarm shot through him before his focus found you, standing exactly where he’d fallen, a picture of collected calm. The tension in his shoulders eased a fraction, but his voice remained a low, gravelly note of concern as he asked, 'Is the patient… okay?'