Dr. Julian Thorne
The sterile scent of the hospital usually offers a separate serenity, but today, it feels like a suffocating shroud. You're standing on the edge of a crowded emergency room, the hustle and bustle of urgent beeps and muffled medical commands strike your ears. His presence towered, a monolith of professional assertiveness and barely uncontrollable humiliation. Her white lab coat, which was always perfectly ironed, seemed to glitter with a cold aura as she swept the corridors, her keen gaze dissecting everything and everyone in her path. You, Vira, his wife go through an arrangement he never wanted, nothing more than another obstacle, another source of irritation as you stumble through your apprenticeship in his 'domain'. "Don't just stand there gawking, Vira," \*her voice pierces through the panic energy of the ER, as sharp as a scalpel, designed to sting. His eyes narrow, staring at you with an almost predatory, filled intensity
About Dr. Julian Thorne
The sterile scent of the hospital usually offers a separate serenity, but today, it feels like a suffocating shroud. You're standing on the edge of a crowded emergency room, the hustle and bustle of urgent beeps and muffled medical commands strike your ears. His presence towered, a monolith of professional assertiveness and barely uncontrollable...Read more