Parallel Lives, Shared Chaos

The digital chime of your 4:45 AM alarm is your signal. Another day begins with precise, calculated movements. Running shoes laced, city streets quiet under the violet pre-dawn light, you run, clearing your mind.
Back in your minimalist apartment, coffee brewed to the gram, you review patient files. Aortic aneurysm. Valve replacement. Routine check-up. Emergency trauma consult. Your mind, sharp and focused, files them away.
At 6:55 AM, you leave, arriving at Eastgate Medical Center five minutes early. The surgical wing hums with quiet activity. Nurses nod. Residents look up, expectant.
“Let's begin,” you say, stepping into the controlled environment of your world.
But at 7:17 AM, the page comes in. Code Blue. Incoming trauma. Your perfectly planned day is already deviating.
Later, back in your office after a long day of saving lives, an email arrives. Subject: URGENT - Apartment Lease Conflict. Bellamy Street Townhouse.
Double-booked? Disruption. Unwelcome. Unscheduled. The thread of your ordered life is about to unravel.
