YouHeal Hospital
Blaze stepped further into the office, looking around, but it was clear no one had been here lately.
Outside the door, a nurse walked by. Arthur, who always kept an eye on his boss, stopped her. "Where's Miss Miller?" he asked, his voice calm but firm.
The nurse paused for just a second. "She's in surgery, doing a surgery." she said.
Blaze heard her and came out of the office. The nurse looked at her Boss.
"Operation theater?" he asked, his tone short but clear.
"Yeah, sir." the nurse replied.
Blaze turned and headed back to the elevator, with Arthur quietly following. He pressed the button for the fourth floor, his face giving nothing away, but moving at a steady pace.
When the elevator opened, the staff on the fourth floor froze. It wasn't just that the Chairman of the hospital had arrived unannounced; it was the fact that he had never once set foot on this floor. The operating rooms were a world apart from his usual domain, and his presence sent a ripple of curiosity and tension through the air.
Blaze didn't feel those stunned looks as he walked past the nurses' station and through the glass doors leading to the operating theatre. The sign clearly marked the area as restricted, but no one dared stop him. His authority wasn't something anyone questioned.
Inside the observation area, Blaze stopped in front of the large glass partition separating him from the ongoing surgery. The room was stark white, illuminated by bright surgical lights, and the medical team inside moved with practiced precision.
His eyes scanned the room until he spotted her—Savannah. She was dressed in surgical scrubs and a mask, totally focused on her work. Her gloved hands moved quickly and smoothly, and even though her voice was muffled by the thick glass, it still guided the team with calm authority.
She was right in the middle of everything, the lead surgeon, exuding a quiet confidence that really caught Blaze's attention.
Blaze just stood there, watching her every move. This was the first time he saw her like this—totally absorbed in her job, a world away from the softer side he knew. There was something magnetic about how intense she was, how effortlessly she took charge of the room. Every step she took was precise and deliberate.
Arthur stood a step behind Blaze, watching his boss with quiet curiosity. He had never seen Blaze so still, so captivated. The man who ran empires and expected nothing but the best from everyone now seemed completely absorbed, his usual commanding energy replaced by silent admiration.
Blaze's jaw relaxed as he watched Savannah. He had always known she was skilled—he had heard her talk passionately about her work many times—but seeing her like this was different. It was as if this part of her life, which she rarely shared with him, was unfolding before his eyes in a way that demanded respect.
Time went by, but Blaze didn't move.
The surgery kept going, everyone moving like clockwork, but Arthur's eyes never left his Boss. He knew better than to speak up now.
Blaze felt something new after all these years: awe.
After Sometime
Savannah finally stepped out of the operating room, feeling exhausted after hours of intense surgeries. She'd been on her feet all morning, doing one surgeries after another to save lives—a job that drained her but also made her feel fulfilled.
Seeing her patients breathing steadily again, back with their worried families, gave her a huge sense of relief. Maybe it was those quiet prayers said behind closed doors that gave her the strength to keep giving it her all.
She headed to her office, walking steadily but feeling pretty tired from the day. As soon as she walked in, she plopped into her chair without a second thought. She closed her eyes and took a moment to relax, letting out a deep breath as she started to unwind.
When she opened her eyes again, something on her desk caught her attention—a big, fancy box she hadn't seen before. Curious, she leaned in and touched it. The box looked special, with its nice wrapping. Then she spotted a small note under it.
She picked up the note and read the handwritten message: "Enjoy your meal. - Ana."
The message made her smile right away. She knew exactly who had left it there: Blaze, the man she loves. She carefully put the note back on the desk and started opening the box, her smile getting bigger with excitement.
Inside was a real spread: Bacon and Chicken Mini Pierogies, fresh fruits, sushi, a colorful Mediterranean salad, berries, and more. Savannah's eyes got wide with surprise. "This is so much." she said softly, even though a little laugh came out too.
She grabbed a fork and took her first bite. As usual, the food was amazing—the flavors were perfect, comforting, and exactly what she needed. With every bite, her tiredness faded away, replaced by a warm feeling of contentment.
She couldn't help but think how Blaze always seemed to know exactly what she needed, even when she didn't realize it herself.
After finishing her meal, Savannah leaned back in her chair with a satisfied smile. The quiet of her office was interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Come in." she called.
A nurse came in. "There's another emergency patient!" the nurse said quickly.
Savannah sat up straight, pushing her tiredness aside for now. "Get everything ready. I'll be there soon. Make sure the notes about their condition and diagnosis are prepared." she told the nurse.
The nurse nodded and left.
Savannah quickly cleaned up her desk, grabbed her phone from the drawer, and messaged Blaze:
"Thanks to you, I'm all set before heading back to work. Love you."
Feeling good about the message, she put her phone away, straightened her coat, and headed out again, ready to tackle the next challenge. Each step brought her closer to saving another life, and her heart felt lighter knowing she had someone who loved and cared for her.
Later that night
The city was unusually quiet for an evening, with the streets dimly lit by the streetlights. The hospital's main entrance was silent, its usually busy driveway now almost empty. Blaze leaned against a sleek, black luxury car parked right in front of the hospital. He looked relaxed but kept a sharp eye on the entrance, scanning it constantly.
It was just after eleven, and there was a slight chill in the air. The only sounds were the soft rustle of leaves and the distant hum of traffic. Blaze took out his phone to check the time, even though he wasn't in a rush. He planned to stick around until Savannah came out.
Finally, the glass doors of the hospital slid open. Savannah came out, walking light but steady. Even under those bright hospital lights, she looked amazing—her face warm despite the long hours she'd put in.
She didn't seem tired, but Blaze could tell—her shoulders were a bit slumped, and she was fiddling with her bag strap.
When her eyes found him by his car, her face lit up. She smiled widely, chasing away any signs of tiredness. She hurried over, moving quicker as she got closer.
"How are you here?" she asked, her voice soft but surprised. She looked around, and the empty driveway made her words echo.
Blaze pushed himself off the car and stood up straight. He gave her a small, warm smile. "I'm here to take you home, Ana." he said simply, his deep voice sounding final.
Savannah looked around again, her smile fading a bit. "What if someone sees you?" she asked, her voice more cautious now.
Blaze tilted his head, squinting at her with a mix of amusement and challenge. "You ashamed to be seen with me?" he asked, his voice low but clear, each word hanging heavy in the cool night air.
Savannah's eyes widened for a second before she laughed softly. She reached out and touched his arm to reassure him. "I'm not ashamed, Blaze." she said gently.
"But I'm scared. I don't want people talking about us or whispering any kind of bad things, about you or me."
Her words lingered in the air for a second, and then Blaze moved closer, closing the space between them. He put his hand on her waist, pulling her gently but firmly towards him.
His dark eyes met hers, and he leaned in close, whispering so softly that his breath tickled her skin.
"They won't." he said, his voice calm and sure.
"They know better than to mess with me—or what's mine."
Savannah's breath caught, and her cheeks turned red under his intense look. For a moment, it felt like the world disappeared, leaving just the two of them in the quiet of the night.
"Blaze!" she whispered, her voice barely there, "we're outside..."
"I know, Honey." he replied, giving her a slight smile.
Savannah's lips parted like she wanted to argue more, but then she just sighed softly. "Let's head home." she said, her voice still low, but this time with a bit of begging in it.
Blaze nodded, his hand sliding off her waist but staying there for a second, like he didn't want to let go.
"I'll take you home." he said, his voice gentler now. "You must be tired."
Savannah gave him a smile, thankful for how caring he sounded, and walked towards the car. Blaze held the passenger door open for her and waited until she was seated before going around to the driver's side.
As they drove away from the hospital, Savannah rested her head on the cool window, closing her eyes for a moment. Even though she was dead tired, she felt a warm, comforting feeling inside her—a clear sense of something certain.
Blaze didn't hide his feelings for her; he showed them to everyone. It wasn't just about waiting for her or the way he looked at her, but how he made her feel safe, special, and most importantly, like she belonged to him.
Tonight, as they drove through the city and the lights blurred by, Savannah realized she wasn't scared—especially not when she was with him.
An hour later
The car moved smoothly through the quiet streets, its engine barely making a sound. Blaze sat in the driver's seat, looking calm but a bit mysterious. Savannah had dozed off almost right away, worn out from the day. He watched her for a moment, her breathing steady, then quietly left the room.
Now, the sleek black car turned onto a less-traveled road leading to a gated property. The Lionsgate Ice Rink's,entrance came into view, with its fancy sign sparkling in the moonlight. Blaze slowed down and nodded to the guard at the gate, who opened it without a word.
The driveway stretched ahead to a big, modern-looking building. Blaze parked his car and stepped out, his shiny shoes making soft clicks on the pavement. The air was crisp, with a hint of freshly cut grass and night dew.
The main entrance was dimly lit, with the glass doors reflecting the soft light inside. Blaze walked purposefully, his posture straight and confident. Inside, most of the place was dark, except for a single spotlight on part of the arena. Arthur stepped out of the shadows as his boss got closer, standing at attention.
"He's inside, Boss." Arthur said, keeping his voice low, like he didn't want to break the silence.
Blaze nodded and stepped deeper into the arena. His footsteps were slow and steady. The sound of his shoes echoed softly on the wooden floor. Arthur trailed right behind him, blending into the background like a shadow.
The glass doors swung open, showing a big space with neat iced floor. A spotlight lit up a bunch of guys standing in a loose circle. In the middle was a guy on his knees, hands shaking as he held them together, begging. His face was wet with tears, and his shoulders were slumped, like he was crushed under the weight of his fear.
As Blaze put on his skate shoes on he didn't even try to spare him a glance.
When he was all done she skated through the ive rink, his guys moved aside to let him through. He didn't say a word, just headed straight for the guy on the floor. One of his men passed him a metal hockey stick. Blaze took a quick look at it, then focused back on the man.
"Here you go." Blaze said calmly but coldly, nodding for one of his guys to give the kneeling man a hockey stick.
The man hesitated, his hands shaking as he reached out for the club. His eyes darted around the room, looking for any sign of mercy, but there was none.
"Let's play!" Blaze said with a faint, almost chilling smile. "Shall we?"
Author's Note :
Enjoy reading everyone<3
He is so sweet;)
Have a good day/night <3<3