The hospital never seemed quiet. Even in the early hours, the fluorescent lights hummed like a nervous heartbeat, echoing off the sterile tiles of the corridors. But that morning, for Iris Moore, it felt like the walls themselves were pressing in. Her schedule had been stripped away overnight. ICU rotations erased, advanced surgeries reassigned, every opportunity she had earned now replaced with clerical duties—charts, observations, paperwork that didn’t need her expertise but seemed designed to keep her occupied and invisible.She stared at her tablet, disbelief knitting her brows. The memo wasn’t just cold; it was deliberate.“They moved you,” Nathaniel said, stepping beside her, his voice measured, yet under it, a sharp edge of concern.“Yes,” she muttered, almost mechanically. “Without notifying me. No reason, just… directives.”“They’re isolating you,” he continued, scanning the room like a sentinel guarding her sanity. “Trying to make you small.”Her chest tightened. “It’s worki
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