Two whole weeks.
Two weeks of stolen glances across crowded hallways, fleeting soft smiles that never lasted long enough, and the constant ache of missing someone who was always just out of reach. Vincent had been buried under back-to-back surgeries and endless patients. Yet no matter how exhausted he was, he never missed a single day.
Good morning messages.
Breakfast delivered before my shift.
Lunch left at my desk when I wasn’t looking.
Dinner waiting when I finished late.
Even when he was drained, he still showed up for me.
The worst part? Dora was always by his side—assisting in every surgery, spending more hours with him than I did. And every time I saw them together, it hurt like a quiet bruise I couldn’t ignore.
My shift ended that evening. I dropped into my chair with a qui
