The Feelings
294 Words
The next few weeks were a whirlwind of overlapping shifts, caffeine, and complicated patients.
And somehow, everywhere Adrian turned — there she was.
At the medication room.
In the cafeteria.
At the nurse’s station reviewing labs.
Walking briskly down the hall, white coat flaring like wings.
He tried not to fall harder.
He failed again.
He began bringing her coffee — the way she liked it: black, one sugar, extra hot.
“You didn’t have to,” she would say each time.
“And yet,” he’d reply, placing it gently beside her.
She never refused it.
Sometimes she’d talk — short conversations about patients, medicine, ethics. Other times she simply nodded and returned to her notes.
But it didn’t matter.
Adrian lived for those moments.
Dr. Ramos certainly noticed.
“You’re hopeless,” Ramos said during rounds, leaning against Adrian’s shoulder. “Why her?”
Adrian didn’t even hesitate.
“She… feels like truth.”
Ramos groaned. “You’re in a medical drama.”
“Better than a reality show.”
Ramos punched his arm. “You’re screwed.”
Adrian knew. And yet, he wouldn’t change a thing.
Meanwhile, Liana was unraveling in ways she refused to admit.
In the residents’ lounge, she paced while her best friend Dr. Jade Sinclair watched with amused disbelief.
“You like him,” Jade said flatly.
“I do not.”
“You do. Your denial is embarrassingly obvious.”
Liana stopped. “He’s… complicated.”
“No, he’s simple. He likes you. You like him. The end.”
Liana shook her head. “Nothing is simple in a hospital. People die. People leave. I don’t want complications.”
Jade softened. “You mean you don’t want heartbreak.”
Liana didn’t answer.
She didn’t need to.
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