“Zephyr,” a baritone voice snapped him from his thoughts. His wide frantic eyes flashed toward his right at Aiden who was sticking his surgical suit into his locker.
The man closed the locker and walked up to him. “Is everything Okay?” His eyes narrowed down at Zephyr.
“Yes,” Zephyr replied in a horse voice, then straightened himself and looked forward.
Aiden brows tilted slightly. “You're not okay,” He said. He sat beside Zephyr on the bench, his gaze locked on him. “You're still shaken up from the surgery.”
A chill gripped Zephyr's ribs and he snapped his gaze back at Aiden. His once frightened stare shrank lightly.
“It's okay to be in shock,” Aiden said in a friendly but firm voice. “Everyone had that moment on the other first days in a surgical room. It has nothing to do with how
