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The city lights pulsed beyond the tall windows of Aldrich’s house, but inside. Dr.Aldrich stood silently, his eyes locked on the television in the sitting lounge.There was a documentary going on, but it was cut short as breaking news came in.Some images too familiar to Dr. Aldrich filled the screen. Images that burned deeper than any screen could portray.The title came in the report: "Surgeons Scandal: National Hero or Hospital Hypocrite?""Resident Caught in Forbidden Romance — Pictures From Behind Bars!"The screen flashed with the same grainy photos again and again — Dr. Leylla and Dr. Aldrich, faces touching, lips sealed, eyes locked in what the media had turned into something lewd, unethical, and salacious. Commentators, internet trolls, and primetime hosts all echoed the same judgment: immoral, shameful, disgusting.“Shit!” Aldrich clenched his fists. Immediately, he remembered Dr. Leylla’s condition when he left. She looked weirdly restless and confused. “She should not se

The sunlight pierced through the open air and struck my face with a sharp, unforgiving brightness that made my eyes water. It felt unnatural—almost painful—after being confined for what felt like an eternity under the cold, artificial glow of prison lights that never changed, never dimmed, and never warmed. My eyes fluttered rapidly, struggling to adjust to the blinding light of freedom, yet my mind, my thoughts, and my soul remained somewhere else entirely.It was as though thick, suffocating fog had taken over my brain, clouding my every thought, dulling every sound, and making even the most familiar things feel foreign and strange. My body was outside the prison, but my spirit was still trapped inside—shackled and forgotten in the darkest corner of my own mind.I heard a voice call out my name. It was soft, familiar, and laced with worry and hope, but I could not place it immediately. My head turned slowly, as if underwater, and there he was—Dr. Aldrich. He was walking beside me, c

MINUTES LATER…When I opened my eyes again, something had changed. The wind—it wasn’t the same anymore. It felt colder now, heavier… damp, as if the world had sunk into mourning.The car was gone.Panic crawled up my spine.Beneath me, the ground was wet. Uneven. Mud pressed against my skin like rot, and when I shifted, something sharp—twigs? Stones—dug into my back. Dead leaves cracked beneath my weight.Where the hell was I?My head pounded with every heartbeat, my skull too tight for my brain. My vision swam. I blinked, hard and fast, hoping the blur would clear. It didn’t. My body wasn’t mine anymore—it was heavy and distant, as though I’d been dropped into someone else’s pain.How far had they taken me?What corner of this monstrous world had they chosen for my grave?And then I felt them—fingers. Rough. Bloodied. Unrelenting.Vincent.He was dragging me across the forest floor like I was nothing. His grip bruised my arms. My limbs flopped behind me like a broken doll as he pulle

ALDRICH’S POVSilence stretched in the secret room. It was quiet—quiet enough to hear the sound of a pin drop. The kind of silence that echoes with dread, confusion, and worry. The kind of fear that leaves you torn between hope and defeat. The kind of fear that echoes in your heavy chest and makes every breath feel like a battle that is far from ending. A bloody battle!I sat with my hands clenched into tight fists, my knuckles white as snow. I unfolded my fists and rested my elbows on my knees, my fingers laced together as I stared at the fragile woman lying on the bed.I smelled fresh blood from my heart as I remembered how I had found her drenched in blood in a lone jungle, as if the monsters had left her there for the vultures to feed on.I thanked the heavens that I found her in time, but every single moment I cursed myself for letting that happen to her. Every single second reminded me of how I had greatly failed her. She was fucking snatched from under my watch… I left her alon

NURSE DORIAN’S POVThe rain had just stopped outside, but the sky was still gray. It was a heavy pour, one that would have been so enjoyable with a cup of coffee. Or under the sheets with someone. That feeling of having someone under the sheets, listening to the rain, and cuddling made my skin crawl.But poor me. The stress was killing me so much that I even forgot to make a cup of coffee to keep me warm through the cold. And well, I was told a long time ago that doctors find time for love in their old age. In my 38th year, I still considered it too soon to risk my heart. I had tried that shit some four years ago, and it ended in the most painful way. Since then, I have really embraced that saying. My whole time was dedicated to my work. The little I used to get was not even enough for myself. How could I squeeze another person into my busy life?A soft wind moved the curtains, and the smell of wet leaves came through the half-open window. We, Byron and I, sat on the couch in the sitt