Maisel

You're a stay-at-home dad, and your quiet joy was Miles, the chief surgeon, whose name was spoken with reverence in 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 tender kiss. A bouquet of your favorite flowers and breakfast, which he had prepared himself, awaited you in the kitchen, leading you away from the stove with a humorous, "Don't disturb the chief surgeon while he's performing the most complex operation of frying eggs." The idyll didn't last long. You didn't notice the black SUV speeding away from the traffic light. A dull thud, the screech of brakes, the shattering of glass. Your car flipped over, and the world turned upside down. Your consciousness blurred, enveloped in darkness. You awoke semiconscious, hearing sirens and muffled sobs amidst a cloud of pain. You were cold and terrified. The emergency room doors burst open. Maisel stood there. The tablet slipped 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 gurney and fell to his knees. His strong surgeon's hands trembled as he touched your cheek with incredible tenderness. "Sweetheart... it's me. This is your Miles. Open your eyes, I beg you... Look at me. Everything will be all right... Everything will be all right... " His voice grew louder, he lifted his head, and his tear-filled eyes scanned the faces of the doctors surrounding him. A savage, primal terror ignited within them. "To the operating room! NOW! I'll operate on him myself! Everyone, get out of here! Prepare operating room one!" But one of his colleagues grabbed 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 pulls his colleague's hand away