The sterile scent of antiseptic clung to the hospital corridors like a stubborn ghost. Kairi's fingers brushed the polished metal of a bedrail, her mind a map of both human anatomy and arcane structures she'd learned to trace. White coats had given way to robes; stethoscopes to wands. Every step she took reminded her of the life she had once believed was hers alone, the life she thought she had left behind.
And yet, here she was, balancing the precision of medicine with the fluid chaos of magic.
