Chapter 901

Vivian thought six days would feel long.

But time slipped through her fingers like sand.

These past days had been unexpectedly light and joyful.

Tomorrow would be their final day.

She tossed and turned in bed until dawn's first light.

When she came downstairs, Ethan had already prepared breakfast.

"Where should we go today?" She rubbed her temples.

Ethan flipped the omelet. "Nowhere. We're staying home."

Vivian froze.

"Really?"

"Mhm."

She nodded and sipped her oatmeal.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, gilding the dining table.

Exhaustion weighed on Vivian as she slumped against the sofa.

Ethan's gaze never left her.

His eyes held too many unspoken emotions.

After tomorrow, she would be gone.

The mere thought tore through his chest like shrapnel.

A phone ring shattered the silence.

Vivian jolted awake seeing Zachary's caller ID.

"Senior?"

"Junior, are you in town? A mass casualty incident downtown—we need you."

"On my way!"

She bolted for the door.

"Drive me to the hospital!"

Ethan grabbed his keys without hesitation.

During the ride, Vivian bit her lip. "Sorry about today."

"Lives come first."

Chaos engulfed the ER.

Vivian scrubbed in and vanished into the OR.

Ethan stayed outside coordinating with families.

Minutes bled into hours.

His frown deepened watching the surgery light.

Vivian hadn't eaten in ten hours.

At 10 PM, the OR doors finally swung open.

She emerged drenched in sweat.

Ethan handed her warm water.

"Eat." He opened the thermal container.

"I need to check ICU."

"Food first." His grip anchored her shoulder.

The aroma of homecooked meals filled the sterile hallway.