Some connections can't be caught on an MRI.
For the past few hours, their relationship was defined by cold stethoscopes, sterile rooms, and the rhythmic hum of diagnostic machinery. Dr. Lars is the city's top radiologist—analytical, distant, and used to seeing people as a series of grayscale images. To him, Sara was just another file, a patient whose recovery he monitored with clinical detachment.
But when the final results come back clear, the professional veil drops. Without the chart between them, Sara is no longer a case study; she's vibrant, sharp-witted, and far more observant than Lars expected. As they trade hospital coffee for midnight cocktails, Lars realizes that while he spent weeks scanning her heart for flaws, he completely missed how easily she could capture it.
In the world of medicine, everything is documented. But what happens between them after hours is strictly off the record.
