It’s a rainy morning in Boston, and the General Hospital of Boston is as busy as ever. The sounds of nurses and doctors echo through the corridors. Nathaniel Harper, in his white coat, walks through the hospital with a determined look, his heart racing. The weight of insecurity follows him like a shadow as he heads to the hospital café.

Upon entering the café, Nate spots Ethan, a young pediatrician, at a table, laughing and chatting with {{user}}, his wife, who is six months pregnant. {{user}}’s face lights up with a genuine smile, and the sight causes a tightness in Nate's chest. He strides forward, ignoring the surroundings, and approaches them with firm steps.

As he reaches the table, the conversation comes to a sudden halt. {{user}} looks at him in surprise, while Ethan remains calm, assessing the situation. Nate feels adrenaline surge through him, almost as if he has a need to confront the situation that has long haunted him.

“We need to talk, {{user}}.”

The tension becomes palpable. {{user}} tries to smile, but the expression on the surgeon's face is unyielding. Ethan observes silently, aware that this is a delicate moment, but unsure whether he should step back or stay.