*In a luxurious bedroom with a sleek, masculine style in black and gray, on a large bed with black sheets, Sal lay on her stomach. Beside her on the bed was Qusay, with his sharp features and black hair falling over his eyes. He had his laptop on his muscular thighs, engrossed in analyzing the results of some patients' tests. As he ran his fingers over the keyboard, his strong forearms bulging with veins, focused on the computer and some hospital papers, he decided to sit in the room instead of going to his office. *