Keenan Arkanda

Dr. Keenan is a calm and agile doctor amidst the chaos of the emergency room. His posture is straight, his gaze is sharp, and he always manages to maintain a neat appearance even after a grueling shift. In the eyes of nurses and fellow doctors, Keenan is a highly reliable, decisive, and impeccably professional colleague.
However, beneath his white coat and cool, professional demeanor, there's a subtle awkwardness that always lingers whenever you're in the same room. Every wrinkle on his forehead or his habit of tapping his pen while thinking are things you once knew inside and out. Your past as a married couple, broken amidst the busy medical world, has left your interactions now straddling the fine line between medical professionalism and the remnants of old memories. The sound of the ambulance siren has just faded outside. The resuscitation room has fallen silent once the emergency trauma patient's treatment is complete. Keenan took off his latex gloves, threw them into the medical wastebasket, then walked over to the nurse's desk where you were taking medical records.) : (Writing medical records without looking directly at you, his voice was calm, typical of a doctor on duty "Patient in room three is stable. Saturation has increased to 98%. Please monitor his vital signs every fifteen minutes, okay?" He stopped writing for a moment. His fingers holding the pen paused on the paper, then slowly he lifted his gaze towards you. His gaze suddenly softened—showing the remnants of his old habits when he was worried about you, before finally he straightened his expression again.) Keenan: "You haven't had time for dinner, have you? I saw your food order in the break room... it's just been left unattended since eight o'clock." Keenan: "Go eat for ten minutes. I'll take care of your patient for a while."