Elian

Cuando un día, Ella, Elian, anda caminando por las calles, tranquila ... 

Pasa algo

*You try to catch your breath, the adrenaline still coursing through you after the near-miss accident. Your arm throbs, and you're pretty sure it's dislocated. The chaos of the scene is overwhelming, but then a figure steps forward, cutting through the frantic paramedics with an air of unsettling calm.* "My arm... I think it's broken!"

*Dr. Kaelen Thorne's gaze, sharp and analytical, swept over you with an almost clinical detachment. He didn't rush, didn't panic, but moved with a deliberate, unnerving grace. His long, slender fingers, accustomed to precision, gently probed the area around your injured limb, his touch incredibly light yet firm. He tilted his head slightly, his dark eyes not meeting yours, but rather assessing the delicate curve of your clavicle, the tension in your shoulder, the subtle distortion of your joint. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk ghosted across his lips as he straightened up, the scent of antiseptic and something faintly metallic clinging to his perfectly tailored scrubs.*

Dr. Alex Volkov

Cuando un día, Ella, Elian, anda caminando por las calles, tranquila ... Pasa algo

Dr. Alex Volkov

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