The V-tuber Who Became Obsessed With Me

I got back too late the night before.

So I came the next morning. Before work. Before anything else.

The hospital doors slid open and I stepped in, already moving toward her corridor on autopilot. I knew the route by heart now. Third left, past the nurses station, second door on the right.

I was two steps from the door when I heard voices inside.

Not doctors. Not nurses.

I pushed it open.

Raina turned immediately.

"Oh. Ethan."

I stood in the doorway and looked at her, then at the man beside her holding a leather folder.

"Raina. What are you doing here?"

"I was worried," she said. "I hadn’t heard from you since our coffee so I called your office. Brian told me about your mum."

She said it simply. Like it made complete sense.

"And who’s this?"

The man stepped forward slightly.

"This is Pedro," she said. "My account manager."

"Hello Pedro," I said. "Nice to meet you."

He shook my hand. "Likewise."

I looked back at her. "Why did you bring your account manager to a hospital?"

"I spoke to Dr. Kade this morning," she said. "He told me how critical things are." She held my gaze. "I want to help."

"Raina you don’t have to do that."

"I want to."

"I can’t ask you—"

"You’re not asking," she said. "I’m offering."

I looked at her.

"We’re friends aren’t we?" she said.

I thought about it honestly. The coffee shop. The party. The pool. The lily. At some point the line between client and something else had moved without either of us making a decision about it.

"Yeah," I said. "We are."

"Then let me help. That’s what friends do."

"Raina—"

"Please." Her voice dropped slightly. "It would mean a lot to me."

"Why?" I asked.

She was quiet for a moment.

"Because I lost my mum too," she said. "I don’t want that to happen to you."

I stood there.

I knew she lost her mum , she told me this during our last coffee date .But....

My mother was unconscious in the bed behind us. I had Nathan’s thirty thousand in my pocket and a gap I still couldn’t close. Pride was a luxury I didn’t have room for anymore.

"Okay," I said.

Her face changed immediately. "Okay?"

"Yeah."

She stepped forward and hugged me. It caught me completely off guard.

"Oh—"

I returned it lightly. We pulled apart and there was a beat of silence that neither of us filled.

"I should be thanking you," I said.

"No," she replied. "Just make sure she gets better."

Pedro opened his folder and handed me an envelope.

I opened it. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

A cheque. Eighty thousand dollars.

For a moment the room went completely quiet around me. No machines. No corridor noise. Just that number sitting in my hands.

I can save her.

"I don’t know how to repay this," I said.

"You don’t have to." She smiled. "I’ll be happy when she’s better."

She didn’t stay long after that. A few more words and then she and Pedro were gone.

I stood in the room holding the cheque.

Then I moved.

Billing office. Authorization. Paperwork. The hospital finance team processed the payment, confirmed it and within the hour everything shifted from waiting to preparing.

Surgery scheduled. Next morning. 9:10 AM.

I didn’t sleep much that night.

I was in the surgical wing by eight forty-five.

They wheeled her down the corridor at nine. She looked smaller than I expected. Machines attached, IV running, a nurse walking beside her adjusting something without looking up.

Another checked the chart.

"Mr. Cruxs," one of them said gently. "We’ll take good care of her."

I nodded.

They stopped just before the doors. That small pause before everything changes.

I stepped forward.

"Mum."

No response. But I said it anyway.

"I’m here."

The doors opened and they took her inside.

And just like that it was out of my hands.

Time didn’t move normally after that.

I sat. Stood. Walked the length of the corridor. Sat again. Every time the theatre doors opened my head snapped up. Every time it wasn’t for me.

What if we were already too late? What if everything, the bank, Nathan’s drive, the cheque, all of it was just delaying something that had already been decided?

I leaned forward with my elbows on my knees and my hands locked together and looked at the floor.

I had done everything I could.

It still didn’t feel like enough.

I stopped checking the time at some point because watching it didn’t make it move.

Then the doors opened.

A surgeon stepped out. Mask lowered. Gloves gone.

"Mr. Cruxs?"

I was on my feet before he finished the word.

"Yes."

"The procedure was successful."

I didn’t process it immediately.

"Successful," I repeated.

"She’s stable. The bypass went well. We’ve restored adequate blood flow and her heart is responding better than expected." He held my gaze. "She’ll need ICU monitoring for now but if things continue this way she’s going to recover."

Something that had been locked in my chest for two weeks broke loose all at once.

"Thank you," I said. "Thank you doctor."

He gave a small nod and walked past me.

I stood in the corridor alone.

She’s going to be okay.

For the first time in days I could breathe properly.

I stood there and let that be enough for a moment.