“Mrs. Arnav, I’m going to insert an IV to administer antibiotics into your system,” said a young male nurse, his face flushed crimson. Poor man… he had clearly overheard a part of the couple’s private banter that was never meant for public ears.
Within moments, the final preparations were complete. Once the anesthesiologist confirmed that the lower half of Raellyn’s body was fully numb, the procedure began.
Arnav sat at her side, his hand tightly clasping hers, his thumb tracing soothing circles over her knuckles. Outwardly, he tried to remain calm for her sake, but his eyes sharp and unblinking followed every movement of the young surgeon. The doctor was steady, focused, and impressively composed.
Arnav’s chest rose and fell in a quiet rhythm as he watched the antiseptic solution glist
