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still maintained the utmost calmness and prepared his mind for either a positive or negative derivative. He pushed the foot open without knocking, walking in as if he owned the place.

Deen cut in with a tone laced with calmness y

for a patient we admitted two nights ago. A young woman, with no emergency contact, no ID, and not

. "He kept on yelling

Zara... that looks like what was on the card seen at the scene of the accident

oncealing it, a dark yet radiant expression of sadness exhumed. Daniel l

lain, not yet. "Just wondering." He mu

nd motioned to leave his office. "I am going to check up on Her, do you wanna come with me, so you can clear the spe

pressed against his chest. He had met Zara once, just once yet he could not fathom why he was this drawn to the entire situation. When they arrived a

tanding, that the Zara being spoken of was someone else entirely. But the second his eyes anchored on the bed, that delicate h

girl who had looked at him like she had seen something she wasn't supposed to. But now she wasn't avoiding him, she was barely even holding

er his head on how deep this whole thing was yet he couldn't still understand the whole scenario. Still trying to further harp o

os of the room into focus. Nurses rushed in, their voices urgent as they gathered around Zara, scanni

as he assessed the situation and gave orders. "Her heart rate's

ening, yet the sight of Zara in suffering made his pulse quicken. A transition in motion behind him snagged his attention. He turned slightly, a

misery as he observed the medical crew toil frantically to stabilize Zara. His ha

ther than inquisitiveness; He felt perturbation, because whoever this fellow

hat ate like a horse in the room had tuned down to a rhythmic humming that signaled stability. The nurses

elivering a satisfied nod. "She's stable for now." His tone profes

n, but Deen interest in breaking it down. He needed to be away by himself, to get a clarity for his mind to avoid creeping thoughts confronting him. Without a word, he turned on his heel and exited the room. Making

ing it back. He fled from the ward because he couldn't contain the aura in the air that stroked a notable cu

d as his mind eagerly races. No matter how he tried to push the thoughts away, they kept crawli

in, closing the door behind him before sitting on his chair, dropping a folder on his desk and crossing

carefully rubbing his temples before finally speaking. "Who was that guy? The one who was yelling

n a dusty web by the question, lets out

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reason? Had she felt guilty? Or was she even trying to avoid some kind of problem?" Deen thought to himself. As quickly as his mind intertwined with the thought, he

s breath, shaking his head.

es at him. "What inter

too serious, just being curious." Yet even as he said it, he kn

little occasional murmurs of nurses and distantly sounds of monitor humming. Deen who was so eager to be by Zara's side had already left. Whatever he was drawn to, t

h exhaustion and something very intense, never looked away from her face. She looked so peaceful, as if she wasn't trapped in the grip on unconsciousness and was just resting

best of him. With his head dipped forward, resting slightly on

zz

m his phone. A wave of tension flooded his body as he saw the caller ID. His heart pounding against his ribs as an unsettling feeling crawl

lost in her sleep. As if afraid even the slightest sound would disturb her, he

nknown oblivion. The doctors closely monitored her, but her prognosis remained the same; unresponsive yet stable. Her fiance already footing the bills for her stay and for ahead, always came in everyday to check on her before worki

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s intently drifted back to Zara. He was always lost in his thoughts, wondering how she was doing, if her condition had worsened or she had even woken up. Deep down, he knew he was more concerned than he expected himself to be, but he always brushed off the fe

ra. Turning away from the hospital was the only thing he could do, because he had no reason to be