Forbidden Diagnosis, Some Wounds Medicine Can't Heal
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oo bright and unkind to the headache I'm
at this moment. He came in with a gunshot wound and at the brink of death and no
we came in. He's got a wife and a s
hat refuses to heal. He was my guiding star. And he left me and my mom so quietly one mo
g his life in my hands and everything els
ility and the skill in my hand tha
y removed the bullet and all that remains is the final steps to close the bleeder. My firs
never hinders his ability to perform under intense pressure, no matter
left is the closure part and I know Jonathan is capable of doing so, but I just stay long enough
the expression of gratitude on their faces lik
24 hours, but he will be alright and go to my office
my assistant, Ana sto
mes do I have to tell you, I'm Felix
you have to attend the meeting" I'm about to refuse when she adds, "She also said you might try to get out of it but as the future heir
uses my dad's name like that. "Mo
t changed out of my scrubs, hoping
ose scrubs first. She'll be
she'll have to be okay with the dress code," I s
staring at everything in awe like a child visiting the zoo for the first time. The exh
ointed if I didn't go and t
e's already been doing so much. Since dad died, she took over as the hospital director, and she
the academic block. I cross the library and a small cafeteria for doctors and m
ng with several department heads. My mom gives me the look and I shrug unbothered due
othing new. I have been gawked at, especially by newly inducted residents
ook up, scanning the faces
neatly, face free of any makeup and
most beautiful woman I have seen, but the kind that doesn'
hostage and I forget for a second
ol over my thought
nt for me to not turn bac
omen. Some were attracted to my name and status, others to my looks. There w
rol. But under the light, with h