Third Person's POVIn the next heartbeat, the floodgates opened. The memories he'd buried came roaring back.Mortimer's face, already flushed with fever, went a deathly, chalky white.He remembered.Last year, when he was bedridden and wrecked, Seraphina had nuked her entire schedule—canceled every meeting, walked away from every surgery—just to stay by his side.And what did he do? To protect that jagged, high-and-mighty ego of his, to make sure she didn't see him as some "weakling" who needed a crutch, he'd spat those ice-cold words at her.To Seraphina, that wasn't "strength." It was a slap in the face. It was him telling her she was a nuisance.A sudden, unanchored panic clawed at Mortimer's gut.He opened his mouth to explain, but his throat felt like it was filled with hot sand. Not a single word made it out.Seraphina clearly wasn't interested in decoding his facial expressions.She checked her watch again, her tone professional and final. "I've got a full surgical board today.
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