"Give her nitroglycerin if the pain returns," Diana instructed the nurse, handing over the file.

She stepped out of the patient’s room, fatigue weighing on her shoulders. Her neck ached, and the thought of a massage floated through her mind like a distant reward.

Dragging her feet, she reached her cabin and opened the door, hoping for a few minutes of rest. But instead of solitude, she found Ben standing inside... holding a cake.

"Ben?" she said, surprised.

He straightened up with a small ...