I don't know much about the medical field so somethings I have input in this novel might not sound right but please understand that I tried.
Enzo's POV
The cold air outside bit against my skin as I walked away from the apartment, my apartment. Well, no, his apartment now. I left it for him. The silence, the walls, the memories, they could all belong to Alaric. I wanted no part of it. I would rather be alone, utterly alone, than be with someone who constantly dictates the rhythm of my life, the breath in my chest, the shape of my emotions.
So I did the only thing that made sense: I went to work.
The hospital loomed ahead like a fortress of urgency, lights glowing like a city that never sleeps. As soon as I stepped inside, the scent of antiseptic and tension hit me.
