ZAIN Zain moved through the sterile corridors of the hospital, his mind a battlefield of emotions. The hum of machines and soft murmur of conversations barely registered. Zain moved through the hospital with practiced ease, attending to his patients with the calm focus he was known for. But today, every smile, every word of comfort, felt forced. He was on call, attending to patients, yet his thoughts were elsewhere—always circling back to Lily. His phone buzzed in his pocket. Glancing at the screen, his heart twisted at the sight of Lily's name. He stepped into an empty room, answering quietly. "Hey," Lily's voice was soft but tired. "Are you still coming for my appointment?" "Of course," Zain assured her, his voice gentle. "Just finishing up my rounds. I'll be there soon, okay?" Th

