My name is Satoko Kazuma.Also known, quite unimaginatively, as Dr. Satoko.My occupation? Saving lives. Or at least trying to.Somewhere along the way, that became less about people and more about paperwork. Protocols. Budget cuts. And staring at the fluorescent lights during night shifts, wondering when I stopped caring.
Strangely enough, that apathy didn't stop the attention.
"Oh my God, he's so handsome! And he actually listens to his patients!""Right? He's got that mysterious aura too. The kind that makes you think he's secretly royalty or something.""If he asked me to marry him, I wouldn't even hesitate!"
I'd hear them whispering in the halls, the nurses, the interns, even some patients. A flattering chorus, maybe, if I had any energy left to care. But I didn't. Not really.
Until I saw her.
That girl—with eyes like unresolved questions.
"Kairi Izumi?" I'd asked the nurse, who only nodded as she passed me her chart.
