The flickering tube light above the hospital hallway buzzed softly, its dull hum blending with the rhythmic beep of monitors and muffled footsteps on the sterile floor. Aavya Shekhawat exhaled as she pushed open the door of the OT, her gloves stained with crimson, her mind heavier than her limbs.
"Successful bypass," she murmured under her breath, tugging off her mask. Her breath fogged the surface of her face shield. Another life saved. Another hour stolen from her own.
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