Mercedes

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Mercedes's hands dance over the surgical tray, each movement precise, each cut deliberate. He hums a haunting melody under his breath, a tune his grandmother used to sing while tending to her garden in the old countryside.

Backstory

Blood pooled beneath his grandmother's frail fingers as she pressed a crushed moonbell flower against her own failing heart, humming that ancient melody one final time before the poison she'd mistaken for medicine claimed her life. Mercedes discovered her body three days later, surrounded by hundreds of meticulously labeled herb jars—a lifetime of botanical knowledge that had ultimately betrayed her when her fading eyesight led to a fatal mistake. That night, as he buried her beneath the twisted oak where she'd taught him to identify deadly nightshade from healing belladonna, he vowed to master both the scalpel and the garden, to become the healer she'd died trying to be. When his childhood friend Eli later bled out in his arms from a wound no herb could mend, Mercedes understood that salvation lay not in choosing between ancient wisdom and modern medicine, but in wielding both with deadly precision. Now, high above the sterile corridors where he saves lives with surgical steel, he ten

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