تسجيل الدخولCamila's POVThe emergency department changes in a heartbeat.One second Brian is arguing with Karen over whose turn it is to buy coffee. Next, every monitor is screaming."Trauma incoming!"Doctors and nurses move before anyone finishes giving orders. Stretchers race through automatic doors, paramedics shout vital signs over the noise, and the entire department shifts into the familiar rhythm of controlled chaos.I don't have time to think because the moment the first trauma patient arrives, instinct takes over. Hours disappear in a blur of desperate voices, flashing monitors, and hurried footsteps as we fight to save a frightened little boy, rush a highway collision victim into surgery, and struggle through a cardiac arrest before the next emergency crashes through the doors.Then another emergency arrives before we've even caught our breath. Nobody looks at the clock, nobody sits down or eats.By the time we finally stabilize our last patient, my legs are shaking.Brian sits on t
Alejandro's POVBusiness award dinners are usually predictable. You smile, shake hands, accept congratulations, pretend to enjoy speeches you stopped listening to five minutes ago, and then go home. At least, that's how they're supposed to go. Tonight stops being predictable the moment I ring Camila's doorbell.Mrs. Harper opens it with a smile that immediately makes me suspicious."She's almost ready."I glance toward the staircase."Take your time.""Oh, I intend to."That sounds threatening.A few seconds later, footsteps echo softly through the foyer.I look up, then completely forget what breathing is.Camila walks downstairs wearing a deep emerald dress that fits her perfectly without trying too hard. Her hair falls loosely over one shoulder, simple earrings catch the light whenever she moves, and she isn't trying to impress anyone.Which makes her impossible to look away from.She reaches the last step."Well?" I keep staring. "......Alejandro?""I….." Excellent. I've forgot
Camila's POVSunday mornings are dangerous.For the first time in what feels like forever, nobody is rushing to the hospital, no reporters are waiting outside the gate, and no emergency phone calls interrupt breakfast.The Malibu estate is unusually peaceful.Soft music drifts through the open windows while sunlight spills across the dining room, and somewhere in the kitchen Mrs. Harper is arguing with the chef over the proper amount of butter."I heard that," the chef calls."I wanted you to," Mrs. Harper answers without missing a beat.I laugh into my coffee.Alejandro looks up from the newspaper."What?""Nothing.""You laughed.""I did.""So something happened.""You'll survive not knowing.""I doubt it."Mrs. Harper appears carrying pancakes."You two are exhausting before nine in the morning.""We've barely spoken," Alejandro says.She snorts."Exactly."I look at her."What does that mean?""It means married people argue before breakfast."Alejandro folds his newspaper."I wasn
Alejandro's POVHospitals are strange places. People cry, people laugh, and sometimes people even fall in love. Apparently, they're also where perfectly reasonable people discover they're capable of completely irrational jealousy. I realize that the moment I step out of the elevator and hear Camila laughing. It isn't the gentle, polite laugh she gives nervous patients or worried families, but something warmer, freer, and completely unfiltered. Before I even think about what I'm doing, I'm already following the sound.She is standing near the nurses' station with Dr. Ethan Ross, the cardiologist I met briefly a few weeks ago.He's saying something while flipping through a patient chart.Camila laughs again and lightly nudges his arm.He laughs too.That's all.Nothing inappropriate or romantic. Nothing worth reacting to.So naturally, I hate it."They're discussing Mrs. Donnelly's attempt to bribe me with homemade cookies."Dylan's voice appears beside me.I don't even look at him
Camila's POVMonday mornings in the emergency department never believe in mercy.The waiting room is already overflowing before my shift officially begins, two ambulances arrive less than five minutes apart, and somebody yells for trauma room three before I've even managed to drink my coffee.In other words, everything is perfectly normal."Reyes!" Brian calls while pushing a stretcher past me. "Welcome back to civilization.""I was gone for three days, not three years.""It felt like three years."Karen walks by carrying patient files."He's being dramatic.""I'm always dramatic," Brian replies proudly. "It's part of my charm."Karen doesn't even look at him."It's really not."Laughter ripples through the nurses' station as everyone dives back into work, and despite the endless alarms and organized chaos, I find myself smiling.I've missed this place.However, it doesn't miss me enough to let me eat lunch.By one o'clock I've treated eight patients, helped stabilize two trauma cases
Alejandro's POVRain starts just before breakfast.The kind that slams against the floor-to-ceiling windows like it has a personal grudge against the Malibu estate.I watch another wave of water crash across the terrace."There goes my morning meeting."Mrs. Harper doesn't even look up from arranging flowers."There goes everyone's morning."She isn't wrong.Within minutes, my assistant calls to cancel every meeting, the hospital notifies Camila that Maria's therapy has been postponed until tomorrow, and Santiago happily announces that nobody is leaving the house.He looks entirely too pleased."I've always liked rainy days.""Of course you have," I mutter.Twenty minutes later, Mrs. Harper claps her hands in the middle of the kitchen."Since nobody can escape, we're baking."Camila immediately points at herself."Oh, I love baking."Mrs. Harper smiles. "Wonderful."I glance at Camila."You know how?"She gives me a confident look."I've watched enough videos."That isn't the answer I
Camila's POVI hate everything about this.I hate the contract sitting inside my purse. I hate the black SUV carrying me away from the apartment I've lived in for the last four years. Most of all, I hate the fact that less than twenty-four hours after signing that contract, my mother's treatment pl
Alejandro's POVI don't expect her to come back.Not because the offer isn't tempting enough. Half a million dollars in treatment and a settlement large enough to change someone's life would tempt almost anyone.I don't expect her to come back because she's Camila Reyes.The woman who looked me in
Camila's POVHospitals are strange places when the person you're worried about is on the other side of the bed.I've spent years walking these hallways in scrubs, moving from patient to patient, crisis to crisis, always knowing what to do next. But the moment I step onto the cardiac floor as a daug
Alejandro's POVThe door closes behind Camila, and for the first time all afternoon, the conference room falls silent.I should be relieved as the meeting is over, the contract remains unsigned. Nothing has changed.Instead, I find myself staring at the door she walked through, replaying the conver







