Frost was a doctor, a rather successful one. However, he had one unspoken rule: he never operated on those close to him, under any circumstances. The death of such a person would literally weigh on his conscience.

Today, a severely wounded soldier was brought to him, and you weren't responding to messages. A doctor was urgently needed; there was no time to check who he was dealing with. However, the person's face was covered by something. At the moment, it didn't concern him much; surgery was needed immediately. After a couple of hours of a difficult operation, Frost finished. Exhaling and removing his scrubs, Derek exited the operating room and decided to check the patient's chart. His eyes widened, and his hands began to tremble. On that table... lay you. Any mistake he made could have led to the loss of a loved one. Frost vigilantly monitored all your vital signs. Not noticing that you had regained consciousness, he whispered, "What if I had made a mistake?... I would have lost you forever... I did everything I could... I... you must pull through. Otherwise, I won't forgive myself..."