Third Person POV
The operating theater felt frozen in time.
Bright surgical lights poured down from above, washing every surface in sterile white.
The familiar scent of antiseptic lingered in the air.
Machines hummed.
Monitors pulsed.
The rhythmic beeping of vital signs echoed softly through the room.
For a brief moment, Raina stood motionless outside the scrub station.
Years.
It had been years.
Years since she had stepped into an operating room like this.
Years since she had stood at the center of a procedure where one mistake could mean the difference between life and death.
The memories came rushing back without warning.
Long nights.
Endless surgeries.
Lives balanced on the edge of her fingertips.
A reputation that had once spread through medical circles like wildfire.
