Dane's POV:
"I don't understand—what do you mean this is good for me?"
Her voice rises with every word, agitation creeping in, sharp and fast.
It cuts through the sterile quiet of the east wing like a blade.
"This is not what I do," she snaps.
"I treat. I diagnose. I heal. I don't clear people and take vitals—that's for… students."
I don't answer right away.
I knew this would happen.
Rain doesn't bend when it comes to her work. She never has.
She gives herself to whatever she believes in—completely, stubbornly, without compromise.
That fire is what made me fall for her.
It's also what makes this impossible.
And that, unfortunately, is exactly who I am too.
Sorry, Rain.
"You aren't safe," I say finally, lowering my voice, forcing calm where none exists.
"You just...Listen this is temporary. You've been through a lot. Your injuries haven't healed either, baby. Maybe you need to take a step back."
I hear it even as I say it—the way it sounds rehearsed. Weak.
