YouHeal Hospital
Savannah stepped into the hospital, and immediately, the familiar scent of antiseptic and faint floral undertones hit her. It was a scent she had grown accustomed to over the years, yet today, it felt different. There was something unexplainable mingled with it-nostalgia mixed with an unsettling, unfamiliar emotion. A strange weight settled in her chest, making the air feel heavier than usual.
She paused for a moment, her eyes wandering down the grand hallway. The polished floors gleamed under the soft overhead lights, and the walls displayed the same paintings and notice boards she had seen countless times before, yet today, they felt oddly unfamiliar. She couldn't quite put her finger on what had changed. Maybe it wasn't the hospital that was different; maybe it was her.
Straightening her back, she took a deep breath and moved forward. The soft chatter of her colleagues drifted into her ears. Some greeted her with warm smiles, while others offered sympathetic nods, but she simply acknowledged them with a quiet nod of her own. She wasn't ready to dive into conversations or tackle the unspoken questions lurking in their eyes.
After what felt like an eternity, though it was only five minutes, she finally reached her office.
Pushing the door open, she stepped inside, allowing the familiar sight of her cabin to embrace her. The walls, the desk, the chair-it was all the same. Yet, it had been so long since she last sat in this space that it almost felt like stepping into someone else's office.
She let out a slow breath as she lowered herself into her chair. Her eyes landed on the stack of files neatly arranged on her desk, all waiting for her attention.
How long had it been since she was last here? Weeks? Months? The passage of time felt like a blur in her mind.
Shaking off the thought, she reached for the first file and flipped it open. The names, reports, and medical charts stared back at her, demanding her focus. This was what she needed—work. Work would keep her grounded and prevent her mind from wandering to places it shouldn't go.
For the next thirty minutes, she immersed herself into her work, getting lost in the familiar rhythm of reviewing cases, jotting down notes, and updating herself on her patients. The only sound in the otherwise still room was the soft scratching of her pen against the paper.
Suddenly, a knock on the door broke her focus. Savannah blinked and set her pen down.
"Come in," she called out, straightening up in her chair.
The door creaked open, revealing a nurse she didn't recognize. The woman stepped inside, holding a bouquet of flowers. Savannah's brows knitted together in confusion as she took in the beautiful arrangement.
"These are for you," the nurse said with a friendly smile.
Savannah's heart raced. Her gaze lingered on the flowers, and recognition hit her like a wave. They were her favorite, and there was only one person who knew that.
"You can just leave them here," she replied, trying to keep her voice steady despite the tightness in her chest.
The nurse walked over and gently set the bouquet on her desk. Savannah managed a small, almost whispered "thank you," and the nurse nodded before leaving, closing the door behind her and leaving Savannah alone with the flowers.
For a long moment, Savannah simply stared at them. The petals were fresh, their fragrance filling the room. Hesitantly, she reached out, her fingertips brushing against the delicate blooms. A bittersweet feeling swelled inside her, an emotion she wasn't sure she wanted to name.
Then, her eyes caught sight of a small envelope tucked among the stems. Her breath hitched. With careful hands, she pulled it free and unfolded the note inside.
"Hope these flowers make your day fresh and alive, Ana. I love you."
Her chest tightened. The words blurred for a moment before she blinked, regaining her focus. She let out a long, slow breath, then folded the note neatly and tucked it back into the bouquet. She couldn't let herself dwell on this now; there was work to be done.
Just as she tried to refocus, her phone chimed, pulling her attention away. With a sigh, she picked it up and glanced at the screen.
"How do you like the flowers? Have a good day, Ana."
Blaze.
Her fingers hovered over the screen, and she found herself staring at the message, her mind a whirlwind of emotions she wasn't quite ready to confront. Just as she was about to decide whether to reply, the door to her cabin swung open with a sense of urgency.
"Dr. Savannah, there's an emergency!"
The shout jolted her back to reality. Without a second thought, she locked her phone, tucked it away in the drawer, and leaped to her feet. Snatching her coat, she dashed out of the office, pushing her feelings aside as her instincts as a doctor kicked in.
At that moment, nothing else mattered but the patient who needed her.
The same afternoon
The afternoon sun poured through the large hospital windows, bathing the polished floors in a warm golden light. The air was alive with the familiar buzz of activity—nurses hurrying from room to room, the soft beeping of monitors, and the distant chatter of doctors discussing their cases.
Savannah navigated the bustling corridor with practiced ease, her attention fixed on the file in her hands. She skimmed through the patient charts, her fingers lightly brushing over the neatly typed notes, but her mind was elsewhere. Her usually confident movements felt robotic today, her thoughts drifting to a place she wasn't ready to confront.
Just as she rounded the corner, a familiar voice sliced through the hospital's noise.
"SAVANNAH!"
Startled, she barely had time to react before Bella came dashing up behind her, nearly crashing into her. Savannah blinked in surprise, clutching the file against her chest as she turned to face her friend.
"Where have you been hiding?" Bella asked, hands on her hips and eyes narrowed in playful suspicion.
Savannah let out a slow breath, lowering her gaze back to the file in her hands. "Where were you this whole day?" she countered smoothly, evading the question.
Bella let out a dramatic groan, throwing her head back. "Oh, don't even get me started!" she exclaimed. "Today has been the craziest day ever!" She slumped her shoulders, pouting as if the weight of the world was on her.
Finally, Savannah took a good look at her friend, noticing the tired lines etched on her forehead. "You do look exhausted," she said. "Why don't you go grab a coffee? It's on me."
Bella's face softened a bit at the offer, but she wasn't about to let Savannah off the hook that easily. A playful glint sparkled in her eyes as she tilted her head. "Thanks, but you're coming with me!"
Before Savannah could even protest, Bella grabbed her wrist and pulled her along, leading her toward the emergency stairs.
"Wait—Bella," Savannah started, but Bella was already set on her course. She pushed open the heavy door to the stairwell, pulling Savannah inside and shutting it behind them with a soft thud.
Once inside, the hospital noise faded away, leaving them in a bubble of quiet. The stairwell was dimly lit, with a sliver of sunlight sneaking in through a small window. The walls, painted a dull beige, felt chillier than usual. Their footsteps echoed off the concrete steps as they faced each other.
Savannah, unfazed by the sudden shift in scenery, let out a quiet breath and settled down on the stairs, refocusing on the patient charts in her hands.
But Bella wasn't finished yet. She crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing. "Okay, what's really going on?"
Savannah didn't look up. "What do you mean?" she asked, flipping a page.
Bella sat down next to her, her gaze fixed intently on her friend's face. "You're not acting like yourself today." Her voice softened. "Something happened, didn't it?"
Savannah kept her expression unreadable, but Bella wasn't fooled.
"You can't lie to me," Bella pressed on. "Just because I haven't seen you all morning doesn't mean I haven't noticed. You were barely here today—distracted and distant. This isn't the Savannah I know."
Savannah's fingers froze on the page.
"Where's the Savannah I know?" Bella pressed on. "The one who lights up the whole place, who's always full of energy? You looked radiant every other day, but today... today, you just look sad." She hesitated before lowering her voice. "And you can't deny it."
Finally, Savannah looked up, meeting Bella's worried gaze. She offered a small, weary smile, but it didn't quite reach her eyes.
"I promise, I'm fine, Bella," she replied softly, her tone gentle yet distant.
Bella wasn't convinced. She shook her head. "No way. Enough with the fake smiles—let's talk." After a brief pause, she asked,
"Did something happen with your husband?"
Before Savannah could respond, a deep, steady voice echoed through the stairwell.
"What makes you think that?"
The calm words carried weight. Both women turned their heads sharply, eyes widening in shock. Mostly Bella's.
Standing at the top of the stairs, tall and imposing, was Blaze. His dark eyes locked onto them, unreadable yet intense. His presence alone was enough to shift the atmosphere.
Savannah felt her heart give a small, uneasy jolt.
Author's Note :
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