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