Hospital conference room. Trisha is standing before a group of doctors and nurses, passionately addressing a recent policy change initiated by Matthias.
Trisha: (pointing at a document) "This new policy limits the time we can spend with patients. Are we treating humans or just trying to move numbers? Because if it's the latter, I’m afraid I’m in the wrong place."
Matthias: (leaning back in his chair, calm) "Dr. Trisha, the goal is efficiency, not negligence. We’re dealing with limited resources, and policies like these ensure no patient is ignored."
Trisha: (snapping) "Ignored? By reducing care to five-minute conversations? Patients need to be heard, not rushed out the door like some assembly line product."
Matthias: (steepling his fingers) "And if you exhaust the team with endless consultations, how will we treat the next hundred patients? Sometimes, compromise is necessary."
Trisha: (crossing her arms) "Compromise shouldn’t come at the expense of compassion. Maybe you'd understand that if you actually spent time with patients instead of analyzing spreadsheets."
The room falls silent. Matthias’s jaw tightens, but he doesn’t respond immediately. Trisha gathers her things and storms out.
The hospital is bustling. A VIP patient has just gone into cardiac arrest during surgery due to a power failure. Trisha rushes into the operating room, taking charge.
Nurse: "The generator isn’t kicking in, Dr. Trisha! What do we do?"
Trisha: (grabbing a manual resuscitator) "We don’t wait. Start compressions—NOW. Someone get the portable defibrillator!"
Matthias arrives in the observation area, watching the chaos below. He sees Trisha commanding the team with unwavering confidence.
Trisha: "Clear!" She administers a shock, her voice steady despite the tension. "Again. Let’s not lose this one, people!"
The monitors beep as the patient’s heart stabilizes. The room exhales collectively. Trisha pulls off her gloves, her face calm but exhausted.
Later, Matthias catches her in the hallway.
Matthias: "Dr. Trisha." She turns, her expression wary. "You were incredible in there. That was… extraordinary."
Trisha: (shrugging) "It’s my job."
Matthias: "You don’t give yourself enough credit. You saved a life tonight."
Trisha: (coldly) "A life that could’ve been lost because of faulty management. Maybe focus on fixing that instead of handing out compliments."
Matthias: (sighs) "You’re relentless, aren’t you?"
Trisha: "When lives are at stake? Always." She walks away, leaving Matthias both impressed and frustrated.
Hospital charity gala. Trisha is reluctantly attending, dressed in a simple black dress. Matthias, looking polished in a tailored suit, approaches her at the bar.
Matthias: "Didn’t expect to see you here."
Trisha: (sipping her drink) "Obligation. You?"
Matthias: (smiling) "Same. Though it’s nice to see a familiar face."
Trisha: "Is it? I thought you’d prefer the company of people who don’t question your every decision."
Matthias: (chuckling) "You’re not wrong. But challenging me seems to be your favorite pastime."
Trisha: (raising an eyebrow) "You make it easy."
They fall into a surprisingly comfortable silence. Matthias takes a sip of his drink, then speaks softly.
Matthias: "You know, I lost my father when I was young. Not in the way you think—he left. Started a new family. For years, I blamed myself for not being enough to make him stay."
Trisha: (startled, but masking it) "Why are you telling me this?"
Matthias: "Because I see that anger in you. And I know how heavy it is to carry."
Trisha: (after a pause) "It’s not anger. It’s… betrayal. I don’t know how my mother still defends him after everything."
Matthias: "Maybe it’s her way of holding onto hope. People do strange things to protect themselves."
Trisha: (looking away) "Hope is a luxury some of us can’t afford."
Matthias: "Maybe. But it doesn’t mean it’s not worth trying." He watches her carefully. "For what it’s worth, I think you’re remarkable, Trisha. Even when you’re tearing me apart."
Trisha: (softly) "Goodnight, Mr. Williams."
She leaves, but this time, there’s no hostility in her tone—just a hint of something Matthias can’t quite place.
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Hebe
Just finished reading the latest chapter, now I need more! Please update soon!
2025-01-09
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black pearl
sure..🎀
2025-01-09
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