Dean Bennett's face twisted in shock beneath his surgical mask as Vivian barged into the OR. "What the...? Where's Elena?" he barked, his voice razor-sharp.
The sterile air thrummed with the steady beep-beep-beep of monitors, the only sound in the tense silence. They'd draped the patient's head carefully, standard practice when observers were present. Vivian's eyes widened. Dean Bennett? The man was practically a museum piece these days, more comfortable grading papers than holding a scalpel. Yet here he stood, gloved up like some surgical relic.
"So this is why Elena fought so hard for this case," Vivian spat, her voice laced with venom. "What's her game? Another fake victory to hog the spotlight?"
'Pure damn luck. That's how Elena had skyrocketed to become the youngest attending while
