Illyana's POV
The controlled chaos of the ER department felt jarring, a dissonant symphony that grated against the raw edges of my nerves. The events of the past weeks – Sofia’s abduction, Aurora’s betrayal, the ever-present threat of Luke – weighed heavily on me, a constant hum of anxiety beneath the surface of my professional calm.
I was prepping a patient for a routine examination when Isabella, the ER receptionist, a whirlwind of vibrant lipstick and expertly applied eyeliner, sashayed over, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “A young man dropped this off for you, Illyana,” she whispered conspiratorially, handing over a plain white envelope. “Blond hair, blue eyes… If you don’t want him, mind giving him to me?” she added, her perfectly arched eyebrows dancing with mischief.
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