The sterile, bright lights of the operating room cast a harsh glow over Stacy as she completed the final stitch of the surgery. It had been a long procedure, and though her hands remained steady, her heart was restless.
An odd unease had settled in her chest—a subtle, nagging anxiety that gnawed at her, even as she remained focused on her task. She couldn't quite place why, but something felt off.
She had been in the OR many times, and the controlled environment usually put her at ease, but today was different.
Perhaps it was Jin Xu's behavior earlier. He had been especially cautious around her lately, his protective instincts heightened after the events with Jin at the hospital.
He was like a younger brother to her, always watching her back, but his overprotectiveness seemed to come from a deeper, unspoken concern that she couldn't quite shake.