3RD PERSON POV
The Tuesday sun burned hot against the hospital windows, throwing white light across the polished floors of St. Augustine’s Trauma Center. The ER buzzed with its usual blend of chaos — phones ringing, doctors shouting, the faint smell of antiseptic thick in the air. It was just another day in the relentless world of emergencies.
Vivienne Cole moved through it all with practiced grace. At thirty-two, she had become the department’s steady heart — a nurse who is calm in the face of blood and panic, this has made her both respected and admired. Her scrubs fit her in all the right places, hugging the soft curves of her hips, the neckline hinting at the cleavage she usually hid beneath her lab coat. Her colleagues called her “the iron flower”: beautiful, resilient, and untoucha
