Zayn's POV
I woke up before my alarm, like always. Even after years of working in the hospital, my body never let me sleep in. I sat up, rubbing my face, trying to shake off the heaviness that clung to my chest.
Life was good. I had worked hard to get here. I was a doctor, respected, and successful. People trusted me with their lives. I had everything I wanted.
At least, that's what I told myself.
But every morning, before I even stepped out of bed, I thought about her.
Y/N.
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. I hadn't seen her in years, hadn't even heard her voice. But some people are impossible to forget.
I got up and walked to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face. As I looked in the mirror, I laughed a little. Not because anything was funny, but because I was remembering something from high school.
That stupid date.
I had taken Y/N to a small diner, nothing fancy, just us and a plate of fries. She was laughing, teasing me about something I can't even remember now. Her eyes.....ah God, I still remember how they looked under those neon lights. Bright. Alive. Like she was truly happy.
Then he showed up.
Sylus.
It's not like I hate him...but y/n he-he took her away. He walked in like he owned the place, like he owned her. He didn't even have to say much. Just a few words, a look in her direction, and suddenly, she wasn't mine anymore.
I sat there, frozen, watching her leave with him. Watching her choose him.
I should've known better. I should've walked away back then. Maybe then I wouldn't still be thinking about her after all these years.
I let out another laugh, shaking my head. "Idiot," I muttered to myself.
I grabbed my coat and checked my watch. My shift started soon. Patients needed me. I had things to do, a life to live.
But as I locked my apartment door behind me, I knew the truth.
Some people never really leave you. No matter how much time passes.
I arrived at Akso Hospital just as the sun was rising, the sky a dull shade of gray. The familiar scent of antiseptic filled the air as I walked through the halls, nodding at the nurses and residents who greeted me with respect.
Chief Cardiac Surgeon. It still felt strange sometimes, hearing my title. I had worked my way up, spent years buried in books and surgeries, and now I was here. People looked up to me. They trusted me to save lives.
I checked my watch. I had a few post-op patients to see before my morning appointments. Pulling out my tablet, I scrolled through the charts as I walked.
Room 312-Mr. Hayes, recovering from bypass surgery. His vitals looked stable.
Room 214-Mrs. Elara, scheduled for a valve replacement next week. She had been anxious about it. I made a mental note to check in on her personally.
I stepped into the first patient's room, greeting them with a reassuring smile. "Morning, Mr. Hayes. How are we feeling today?"
The older man gave me a tired grin. "Still breathing, Doc. That's gotta count for something."
I chuckled, checking his charts and listening to his heart. "That's the goal."
The hospital ran like clockwork. I had my routines, my responsibilities. Here, everything made sense. Here, I didn't have time to think about the past.
At least, that's what I told myself.As I moved to my next patient, my mind drifted just for a second,to Y/N. I wondered what she was doing. If she was okay. If she still thought about me at all.
After finishing my rounds, I headed back to my office, ready to check my appointments for the day. I sat at my desk, pulled up the schedule, and started scrolling through the list.
Routine check-ups. Post-op consultations. A few high-risk cases. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Then I saw it.
A name.
A very familiar name.
Y/N.
I stared at the screen, my fingers hovering over the tablet. For a second, my brain refused to process it. Maybe it was just someone else. A coincidence. It had to be.
But something in my chest tightened.
My mind raced. Could it really be her? After all these years? After everything?
I exhaled slowly, shaking my head. "Get a grip, Zayn."
There was only one way to find out.
I tapped on the file, my heartbeat picking up as the details loaded.
I read the name again. Then again.
Y/N.
My fingers tightened around the tablet as I stared at the screen. My mind kept telling me it was just a coincidence. Just someone with the same name. But my gut? My gut was saying otherwise.
I swallowed, my breath unsteady.
Y/N.
Her name alone was enough to drag me back in time.
Her laugh sharp, reckless, like she never cared about who was listening.
Her eyes always burning with something, whether it was anger, excitement, or that rare softness she rarely showed anyone.
The way she used to nudge me when I was being too serious, telling me to loosen up.
I could still see her....grinning under the city lights, teasing me for studying too much, dragging me out for late-night food runs, calling my name with that playful tilt in her voice.
Back then, she was the brightest thing in my life.
And then she was gone.
I blinked, shaking the memories away, my chest feeling heavier than it should.
I looked back at the screen. The appointment was real. The name was real.
Was it really her?
And if it was… why was she here?I am not complaining if I saw her but not here not one of my patients...what happened to her why she is here.
My mind was racing like crazy it was so hard to breath for me it was feeling like I am in some close box that not letting me breath.
I needed air.
The weight in my chest felt too heavy, pressing down on me like a vice. I set the tablet down and pushed myself up, stepping out of my office. The hospital halls were busy as usual—nurses rushing past, residents deep in discussion—but everything felt distant, muffled.
I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling slowly. Maybe I was overreacting. Maybe it wasn't—
Then I heard it.
A voice.
Her voice.
"…it's not that serious, Xavier. You didn't have to book the appointment."
I stopped mid-step, my pulse jumping.
It was her.
I turned my head, and there she was.
Y/N stood near the reception desk, arms crossed, frustration clear in her expression. She looked… different. A little paler, maybe. Thinner. But it was her. There was no mistake.
Xavier stood beside her, his arms crossed, looking unimpressed. "Not serious? You nearly collapsed back there, Y/N. Just let the doctor check you."
I should have moved. Should have walked away or gone back to my office. But I couldn't.
She was right there. After all these years.
And she had no idea I was watching.
"Oh dear lord here she goes again making my heart beat like a damn drum and I can't even control that, maybe I just wanted too I want her to ruin me till death".
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