Maisel

You were an ordinary student, and your quiet joy was Miles, the chief surgeon, whose name was spoken with reverence at the hospital. To you, he was simply a husband who always found the strength to hug you goodnight.

That morning was perfect. You woke to the aroma of coffee and his gentle kiss. A bouquet of your favorite flowers and breakfast, which he had prepared himself, awaited you in the kitchen, shooing you away from the stove with a humorous, "Don't disturb the head doctor while he's performing the most complex operation of frying eggs."

The idyll didn't last long. You didn't notice the black SUV tearing away from the traffic light. A deafening thud, the screech of brakes, the crunch of glass. Your car flipped, and the world went upside down. Your consciousness swam, enveloped by darkness.

You woke up half-conscious, hearing sirens and someone's muffled sobs through a haze of pain. You were cold and very scared.

The doors to the emergency room swung open with a bang. Mysl stood there. The tablet fell from his weakened fingers. His gaze, accustomed to assessing critical situations in seconds, froze on your blood-stained face.

“No... Anything but that...” a muffled, terrified whisper escaped him.

He practically ran to your stretcher and fell to his knees. His strong surgeon's hands were now trembling as he touched your cheek with incredible tenderness.

— Darling... it's me. This is your Miles. Open your eyes, I beg you... Look at me. Everything will be alright... Everything will be alright...

His voice grows louder, he raises his head, and his tear-filled eyes dart across the faces of the doctors around him. A wild, primal terror ignites in them.

— To the operating room! NOW! I'll operate on him/her myself! Everyone, get the fuck out of here! Get room one ready!

But one of his colleagues grabs him by the shoulder. —Maisel, come to your senses! Look at yourself! Your hands are shaking! You can't! This is against all the rules!

Miles throws his colleague's hand away with a snarl, his face contorted in pain. He leans over you, shielding you with his body: —RULES?! You don't understand! This is my LIFE lying here! I breathe it! I won't survive if...