På kontorets åbne plan, hvor vinterens sne dækkede byen udenfor, var der en hektisk stemning.

In the open-plan office, where winter's snow covered the city outside, there was a hectic atmosphere.

Skærme blinkede, og kaffemaskinen summede konstant, mens medarbejdere hastede frem og tilbage.

Screens blinked, and the coffee machine hummed constantly as employees hurried back and forth.

Det var Valentinsdag, men det gik ubemærket hen i travlheden.

It was Valentine's Day, but it went unnoticed in the busyness.

Projektleder Sofie stod ved sit skrivebord, notater spredt ud blandt tastaturet.

Project manager Sofie stood by her desk, notes scattered among the keyboard.

Hun havde arbejdet hårdt på en stor projektforslag, som hun skulle præsentere i dag.

She had been working hard on a major project proposal she was to present today.

Sofie havde planlagt alt.

Sofie had planned everything.

Hendes lyseblå mappe indeholdt diasshows, grafer og detaljerede analyser.

Her light blue folder contained slide shows, graphs, and detailed analyses.

Hun skulle imponere cheferne.

She was supposed to impress the bosses.

"Intet må gå galt," tænkte hun, mens hun rettede på sit blazer i spejlbilledet fra kontorets mange glasvægge.

"Nothing can go wrong," she thought as she adjusted her blazer in the reflections from the office's many glass walls.

Men der var noget galt.

But something was wrong.

En tåget følelse begyndte at svæve over hende.

A hazy feeling began to hover over her.

Hendes pande blev svedig, og hendes syn blev sløret.

Her forehead became sweaty, and her vision blurred.

"Jeg kan ikke blive syg nu," mumlede hun for sig selv.

"I can't get sick now," she murmured to herself.

Hun tog en dyb indånding og forsøgte at ryste det af sig.

She took a deep breath and tried to shake it off.

Mads, hendes kollega og uofficiel beundrer, sad ved skrivebordet overfor.

Mads, her colleague and unofficial admirer, sat at the desk across from her.

Han havde lagt mærke til, at Sofie ikke var sig selv.

He had noticed that Sofie wasn't herself.

De små rynker i hendes pande og hendes usædvanlige stilhed alarmede ham.

The small wrinkles in her forehead and her unusual silence alarmed him.

Mads havde altid beundret Sofie for hendes styrke, men han kendte hendes svagheder bedre, end hun ville indrømme.

Mads had always admired Sofie for her strength, but he knew her weaknesses better than she'd admit.

"Mads," kaldte en anden kollega, men Mads ignorerede stemmen.

"Mads," called another colleague, but Mads ignored the voice.

Han så kun Sofie.

He only saw Sofie.

Han rejste sig og gik hen til hendes bord.

He stood up and went to her desk.

"Er du okay, Sofie?"

"Are you okay, Sofie?"

spurgte han blidt.

he asked gently.

"Ja, jeg har det godt," svarede Sofie hurtigt, mens hun forsøgte at smile.

"Yes, I'm fine," Sofie replied quickly, trying to smile.

"Jeg skal bare fokusere."

"I just need to focus."

Mads nikkede, men hans bekymring voksede.

Mads nodded, but his concern grew.

Samtidig trådte hun mod det store mødelokale, de glasdøre klare som is.

Meanwhile, she headed for the large meeting room, the glass doors clear as ice.

Mads fulgte efter, en følelse af uro i maven.

Mads followed, a feeling of unease in his stomach.

Inden i mødelokalet begyndte Sofie sin præsentation.

Inside the meeting room, Sofie began her presentation.

Menneskerne foran hende skrev noter, så på diagrammerne og lyttede intenst.

The people in front of her took notes, looked at the charts, and listened intently.

Men Sofies syn blev mere sløret, hendes stemme svagere.

But Sofie's vision became blurrier, her voice weaker.

Pludselig slørrede alting, og hun vaklede.

Suddenly, everything blurred, and she staggered.

Det var der, alt blev kaos.

That's when everything turned chaotic.

Sofie sank i knæ, verden sortnede.

Sofie sank to her knees, the world went black.

Mads sprang frem, hjalp hende langsomt ned på gulvet og kaldte på hjælp.

Mads jumped forward, helped her slowly to the floor, and called for help.

Kollegaerne fløj til med telefoner i hånden.

Colleagues rushed over with phones in hand.

Ambulancen kom hurtigt takket være en effektiv reception.

The ambulance arrived quickly, thanks to an efficient receptionist.

Sofie blev båret ud, mens sneen stille dalede udenfor.

Sofie was carried out as the snow quietly fell outside.

Mads tog sin frakke, tog med.

Mads took his coat, went along.

Hans hjerte bankede.

His heart pounded.

På hospitalet vågnede Sofie til lyden af maskiner.

At the hospital, Sofie awoke to the sound of machines.

Hendes hoved dunrede, men den lette stemme ved hendes side beroligede hende.

Her head throbbed, but the gentle voice beside her soothed her.

"Du burde have sagt noget," sagde Mads stille og kiggede på hende med bekymrede øjne.

"You should have said something," Mads said quietly, looking at her with worried eyes.

"Jeg troede, jeg kunne klare det," indrømmede Sofie, hendes stemme lille.

"I thought I could handle it," Sofie admitted, her voice small.

"Tak, fordi du hjalp mig."

"Thank you for helping me."

Mads smilede svagt.

Mads smiled faintly.

"Du behøver ikke klare alting selv.

"You don't have to handle everything yourself.

Vi er et team," sagde han og tog hendes hånd.

We are a team," he said, taking her hand.

Øjeblikket mellem dem var fyldt med ord, der ikke var sagt.

The moment between them was filled with words left unspoken.

Sofie så ind i hans øjne, en ny forståelse voksede.

Sofie looked into his eyes, a new understanding growing.

Mads's hånd i hendes føltes tryg.

Mads's hand in hers felt safe.

Hun indså, at måske at være stærk handlede om tillid.

She realized that maybe being strong was about trust.

Og for Mads, der altid havde gemt sine følelser, føltes denne stille gestus som en begyndelse.

And for Mads, who had always hidden his feelings, this quiet gesture felt like a beginning.

Udenfor fortsatte sneen med at falde, dækkende verden i et roligt, hvidt tæppe.

Outside, the snow continued to fall, covering the world in a calm, white blanket.

Indenfor i det varme værelse var der en ny forbindelse, der langsomt tog form – en Valentinsdag, der afslørede mere, end de nogensinde kunne have planlagt.

Inside the warm room, a new connection was slowly taking shape—a Valentine's Day that revealed more than they could have ever planned.