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nes of the Taren Wilson Corporation medical treatment complex, I had become familiar with the faces of both the patients and the staff. Although people came and

ominent nose and full lips. A faint shadow of stubble adorned his strong jawline. However, what truly captured my attention was his smile. It was a smile that could knock your socks off, radiating warmth and kind

. I blinked, suddenly aware that I had been holding an empty

ze remained fixated on him. Come on, Isabella. Keep your cool! "Oh. Um, yeah," I stammered, setting the fork down with utmost care be

s eyes traveled down to the tray, a single eyebrow raising in curi

us existence that encompassed my life within these medical facility walls, something always emerged to remind me of my yearning for a normal life beyond these confines. A

ng out to bars with friends on the weekends and studying for exams—all the regular thi

me again. A blush warmed my cheeks as I realized I'd zoned out. Again. Shit. I must look

think the staff food is probably better. We have to eat exactl

dying me curiously. "An

orderlies followed their routine visits, but today was different. They didn't merely pass through; they lin

y life in their hands, and I dutifully adhere to their directives. If they were to propose something as unconventional as consuming raw meat o

d while nodding in comprehension. A solemn expression descended upon his features as he a

d thoughtfully. "Well, I hope they at least perm

orry, they certainly do. Life wouldn't be worth

oat, so I swiftly pushed it aside. After all, why would someone like him, so attractive and charming, flirt with a girl like me? It's not like I was repulsive or anything, but I couldn't help but question why he would take an interest in someone like me. My hair cascaded down to my mid-back, its rich brown hue resembling a d

orld—where he could actually take a girl out. Unlike this place, where the closest thing to a date would be a visit to the cafeteria or the exer

was no definite end date for my treatment. He remained hopeful that one day they would find a cure, but he refused to make any false promises. I respected that. I didn't want him feeding me empty words or false hope. However

g me another warm smile as he slowly retreated from the small table in my room, his gaze fixed on the door. Damn it! I had drifte

staff and fellow patients. So, why was it that this particular guy had the power to turn my brain into mush? Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that the majority of th

nt." The grin he flashed over his shoulder practically had me melting into a puddle. As he closed the door behind him, I dragged myself off the chair and unceremonio

wardness. However, there was a small consolation in the fact that if he was indeed a new staff member, he

d even manage to string together a coherent sentence or two. After all, I had spent countless hours in this room, immersed in the books my mom brought me. I had read an

ce. I had read it before, but due to the limited space on the bookshelf in my cramped room, I had given it to my mom a while back in exchange for somethin

nent, where his hidden gentleness would be unveiled. Or maybe I simply had a strange attraction towards difficult individuals. However, that orderly, Clark, didn't fit the mold of an unpleas

glancing at the clock hanging on the wall. It read 8:45, indicating that in fifteen minutes, the medical complex would begin its nightly shutdown. While there wasn't an official curfew in place

, grabbing a pair of basic black flats from the closet. Gone were the days of constantly donning hospital gowns like I had during my initial years here.

self as particularly adventurous, I couldn't help but feel like a wild child in comparison to some of the other patients who resided here. Each of us was permitted to personalize our private suites to a certain extent, but I was the sol

re were hidden depths housing laboratories, operating rooms, hospital beds, and an array of medical equipment. However, I seldom ventured beyond the main floor, as everything essential for my daily ex

olent Taren Wilson Corporation hadn't extended their offer to provide me with free treatment, I would not find myself here today. In fact, it's quite possible that I wouldn't be alive at all. Whil

riences, I’d finally been diagnosed with an incredi

s interesting and strange enough to garner the attention of the Taren Wilso

means of studying my disease. While they had never made any assurances of a complete cure, my

ular exercise, and stringent measures to minimize exposure to external pathogens allowed me to experience well-being on most days. This approach en

ers of plaster. Over the years, I had developed a few superstitious habits, firmly believing in the power of staying on luck's

plex. I continued down the corridor, which guided me to the cafeteria. If I didn’t hurry, I’d miss my chance.

geration unit. I grabbed an apple and a banana. A little boring, but they’d have to do. The conversation about dessert with the friendly orderly had ignited a craving for something sweet withi

uttered und

floor, executing a swift roll to evade its grasp, feeling the faint brush of it against my shoulder. It was a moment reminiscent of an Indiana Jones adventure, so invigoratin

surging through my veins and accelerating my heartbeat. Perhaps tonight, in defiance of Doctor Gandor's persistent reminders to rest, I would indulge in staying up late to conclude my readi

niting my nerve endings like the searing tip of a hot poker. My muscles tensed involuntarily, causing me to stumble and collapse onto my knees, lurching sideways. In my trembling

he apple I had cherished moments ago rolled away from me, its escape symbolizing a cruel twist