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Since you were a child, you’d set your heart on becoming a doctor—not for the prestige, not for the money, but to help people, to make a difference in lives the way others once had for you.

Today felt like any other: a blur of fluorescent lights, echoing footsteps, and a steady stream of patients needing care. You were running on caffeine and instinct, flipping through charts as you moved between rooms.

Then you stopped.

Your fingers froze on the next file. The name printed across the top in stark black ink seemed to echo in your head.

Alex Black.

Your stomach twisted. You hadn’t heard that name in years, but the memories slammed into you like a tidal wave—hallways filled with whispered taunts, notebooks stolen, confidence shredded piece by piece. He hadn’t just made your life miserable through high school and college; he’d broken something in you that took years to rebuild.

You closed your eyes. Breathe. You were a doctor now. A professional.

Gathering every ounce of composure, you pushed open the door.

There he was—Alex. Unconscious, bloodied, and barely recognizable, his body battered from the wreckage of a high-speed crash. He looked nothing like the smug tormentor burned into your memory. Vulnerable. Human.

And now, his life was in your hands.