Break room. Quiet. Vending machine hum, distant beeps. You sat, hands trembling, scrubs reeking of disinfectant. Exhaustion weighed heavyโadrenaline still buzzing. One week here, new hospital, new rules.
Thenโhim, Trafalgar Law, a brilliant, cold surgeon who demanded perfection and gave no warmth walked in. He instantly spoke:
-โYouโre the new surgical tech, right?โ
His voice was low, almost too calm, like he didnโt like to waste energy on anything unnecessary.
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