Standing in her surgeon attire, surrounded by both Jillian and Emma, Cassandra was preparing herself to perform a hysterectomy with their assistance. Her patient has been put under general anesthesia. She approached the table, held the tool which Emma handed her and made a small incision in her patient’s belly button. Using a laparoscope, a tiny camera was inserted through the cut and an image was projected from it to the screen. As she watched the image, examining the internal organs, she made two other tiny incisions in the lower abdomen before proceeding for the removal process. Two hours later, when the surgery was completed and Jillian was attending to the now awake patient, Cassandra spent a good time meticulously washing her hand with antibacterial soap. She wore back her white coat, exited the room, nodding towards the patient’s husband, signalling him to proceed to her office. She opened the woman’s file, jotting down some medications as well as advising the husband about

Cattleya reached for her packet of cigarettes near the gear shift, taking one out and bringing it to her lips. She furrowed her brows, searching for her lighter and grumbled under her breath, “Dammit.” In her haste to leave the manor to join Cassandra and Megan for dinner, she forgot to take one. That was frustrating. She had cleared her schedule for nothing. It gave her a headache thinking about all those postponed meetings that needed to be allocated again. She should have known the doctor had unpredictable emergencies to attend to. It wouldn't be the first time that something like this would happen anyway and she was certain it wouldn't be the last time too. Cassandra prioritized human life above everything else. She closed her car's door, walking to Selena who was leaning against the hood of her Bugatti Chiron, “I suppose you don’t have a light?” Selena shook her head, her eyes stuck on the ring adorning her finger, “I don’t smoke, Ms. Kir.” "Why am I not

JFK International Airport Charles checked his passport and his flight ticket for what seemed to be the thousandth time. His hands were trembling. So far. So good. He kept repeating this in his mind, assuring himself that he was safe and sound. He had bought a one-way trip to Paris and now he was waiting in the common area to board the plane. He had been so nervous all day, when he went to hand over his luggage, when he passed through the airport security gates but really, it was all in his imagination. He raised his eyes to the TV fixed on a pillar, reading the words on the blue ticker: Obstetrics specialist consultant, Dr. Cassandra York is currently in a comatose state after brutal assault by employee. The state medical board sends heartfelt message. He huffed. So she slipped into a coma? He guessed that it was better than anything. All week long, he has kept a low profile and read articles about her. Her state has been worsening. She deserved it

Cassandra lamented to herself as she rested her head back against the edge of her wide jacuzzi, trying to find a comfortable way to relax. It was rather tiring and frustrating. How was she supposed to freaking live like this? She had been discharged from the hospital this morning with a plaster cast enveloping her right forearm and a tight waterproof wristband for her left hand. She rested her right arm gently on the edge, the sound of the plastic bag that Selena tied around it, annoying her slightly.She closed her eyes, letting her body soak in the warm water. No amount of painkillers could take away that agony and she was starting to get used to the pain now. It seemed that it was embedded in her, that it was part of her.She could barely hold anything. Not even a fucking spoon. She was rendered completely useless. Could she still call herself a doctor? Would she be able to continue working someday? She didn’t think this type of injury was alright in this line

Jeremy rang the doorbell and waited. Five people were standing right behind him, waiting. Those damn sharks couldn’t even wait for a day. Selena opened the door, frowning slightly. She stared at them, trying to put up an intimidating front. Cassandra clearly told her not to do or say anything reckless, although it was on the tip of her tongue to curse at them right now. Without saying a thing, she stepped aside, letting them in. She had no idea who all these people were and given that Cassandra’s lawyer, Jeremy Mayer was accompanying them, it could only mean one thing. They were here because of that darn footage. She closed the door and went back to the doctor’s side. As she watched Cassandra exchanging a few greetings with them, some kissing her cheeks, others patting her shoulder, she felt a bit hopeful that maybe, all of these people were close friends with her. Jeremy commented, smiling a bit as he spotted the little flowers, “That’s a pretty colorful cas