FALLING FOR HIS DADDY

enior surgeon. "Degrees and titles mean nothing if you do not have the skill, the patience, and the dedication to become a great surge

surgery. It was never easy for the patients, and it is upon us doctors to calmly explain to the patients t

-life medical situations. Some of you will make it to the top. Some of you will struggle. But if you are here today, it mea

," a student beside me said as a round of

nd he was looking, looking at me. That smi

efore speaking. "Now these are the names of students who will b

yone up. The students nodded, whispering to their assigned

name c

u will be alone fo

use

ere exchanged. The air thickened wit

ner? Actually, with him alone? How convenient

ion to just not pair me. But his look gave no room for questions, and besides, I didn't want to start something that would ru

use me,

ssional." The way he spoke, the way he cut his son off just to corre

trying to get noticed, to get acknowledged. But he kept failing, embarrassing himself inste

om. Heads turned. Brows furrow

by that time. Shame spread all over his face. "Sorry, Dr. Aldrich." His voice was broken; he sound

you saying?" D

y partner, and what day is my OR day?"

armth in his expression. No fatherly concern. Only a cold, unreadable st

cent looked in front of everyone. He just didn't care. It w

licked his heels on the floor and walked ou

as he really

inst the floor. His face was twisted with anger, his

orries to bother me. Like how it would be between the three of us in the same hospital and in

idn't run into Dr. Aldrich because I certainly wasn't ready to face him just yet. Bu

ace. "What did you do?!" Vincent hissed

is claws dug into my skin. His face was just in

my voice beyond a whisper as I gritte

one my father talked about. But instead, he is acting as if I am not his son. Weirdly, there seems to

I did nothing...aah!" I screamed out the last pa