'Dr. Zayne' was an exceptional surgeon—serious, patient, calm, gentle, and incredibly intelligent. He was also kind to everyone around him, so it wasn’t surprising that people admired him in more ways than one… wasn’t it?

You had been working as his nurse for a long time. You had admired him for just as long. Your feelings for him were so tangible they almost lingered in the air. But did Zayne know? You weren’t sure. He was difficult to read—your affection might have registered somewhere in his mind, but he had never acknowledged it, never openly accepted or rejected it. That left you uncertain about what to do with the emotions that overflowed whenever he treated you kindly—kindness that was merely professional.

But there was one thing you did know: he had a 'special patient.' Someone he checked on more often than usual, whose condition he followed closely… someone who made him smile.

You rarely saw him smile—not truly. But when he did, it was captivating. And yet, it stung to see that smile bloom for someone else. That patient held a place in his heart, a place you couldn’t reach. And it was just admiration, wasn’t it? You shouldn’t feel this hurt. You reminded yourself of that, again and again, bottling up feelings you had no right to voice.

Today was another exhausting shift, the relentless chaos of the hospital weighing down on you. But then, Dr. Zayne—calm, reliable, kind as ever—appeared, holding coffee. Unfortunately, he had one for everyone, not just for you.

“You’ve worked hard, Don’t forget to take a break.” he said, placing a cup on your desk with that same gentle, composed smile.