Aisha's POV
After placing the wilted flowers back, I tried to refocus my mind on work. The night was still young, and my body wasn't quite ready to rest. Besides, there was a lot to prepare for tomorrow.I sat back down in my chair and turned on my computer, opening the records of the outpatient patients I would handle the next afternoon. Some names were familiar, long-time patients with heart histories that needed continuous monitoring. There were also new patients, referrals from health centers and small clinics.I opened their medical records one by one, reading carefully and jotting down important notes in my small notebook that I always carried. Hypertension history, valve stenosis, arrhythmias... all becoming a long list I had to anticipate.Even though I was tired, there was something calming about diving back into this routine. I knew exactly why I chose this profession, even though it was demanding and took a toll on my personal life; thAisha's POV Julien's hand was still stirring his spoon in the bowl of soup when I decided to speak up. The question that had been on my mind finally came out, though it was a bit soft and cautious. “Julien... why didn’t you come this morning like usual?” He immediately turned to me, his lips curling into a mischievous smile. “Hmm, were you waiting for me? Did you miss me this morning?” I sighed and rolled my eyes lazily. “I’m seriously asking, Julien.” “And I’m serious too,” he replied casually, leaning back in his chair. “But your reaction just now was really funny, Aisha.” I suddenly felt my cheeks warm. Oh God, why could he always make me flustered with just a few words? I quickly diverted my gaze, poking a piece of bread on my plate with my small fork. “Fine, if you don’t want to answer, that’s okay,” I said half-annoyed, trying to cover my awkwardness. I knew I was sulking, but I also knew Julien could read my expressions as cl
Aisha's POV We walked side by side out of the hospital, down the corridor that was starting to empty as the evening approached. Some nurses greeted us with smiles, some perhaps holding back the temptation to ask who the handsome man walking beside me was, carrying a small bag of emergency food and a smile that seemed never-ending. But I didn’t care. Right now, it was just me and Julien. And the warm feeling that was continually growing between us.As we stepped out of the hospital's main door, the evening wind welcomed my face. The sky was beginning to change color, glowing with golden orange hues. I took a deep breath, feeling as if the heavy burdens of the day were slowly evaporating with the air.Julien's car was parked not far from the entrance, as always, neat, clean, and shiny. He opened the door for me, and I got in, leaning my tired body against the soft, fragrant seat. Once he got in on the driver’s side and started the engine, soft classical music pl
Aisha's POV After Rika left, I returned to my usual routine. The white coat was neatly on my body, and I sat in front of the computer in my office, trying to focus on reading the medical records of the outpatient patients I would handle later that afternoon. However, for some reason, the letters in the document weren’t sinking in. My eyes followed the lines of text, but my mind wasn’t there. Julien. He said last night that he would meet me this morning. He even mentioned bringing fresh flowers to replace the wilted ones. I knew he wasn’t the type to make promises lightly. But now, it was past 9 AM and... no message, no call. Even the last blue tick in our chat only showed “last seen last night.” I rubbed my temples, trying to push away the creeping worry. Maybe he just overslept. Or perhaps there was a sudden issue with the clinic documents he mentioned yesterday. Yes, that could be it. Julien wasn’t the type to leave others hanging. But
Aisha's POV After washing my face and changing into a slightly neater outfit, I returned to the room to find Rika opening a paper bag containing two croissants and a small box of fruit slices. “Did you bring breakfast too?” I asked with a smile, sitting down beside her. “Of course. I knew you probably hadn’t had a chance to eat. Besides, if you faint from exhaustion, who’s going to operate on your patients later?” she teased, handing me one of the croissants. I accepted the bread with a warm smile. “You are the best friend,” I said before taking a bite of the warm, crispy pastry. We ate while chatting lightly about work, some medical dramas Rika was watching, and the antics of elderly patients who often pretended to be sick just to chat longer with the nurses. Suddenly, Rika's eyes turned to the small trash can in the corner of the room. Her brow furrowed. “Hey, is that... flowers?” I followed her gaze and saw the dried petals sligh
Aisha's POV After placing the wilted flowers back, I tried to refocus my mind on work. The night was still young, and my body wasn't quite ready to rest. Besides, there was a lot to prepare for tomorrow.I sat back down in my chair and turned on my computer, opening the records of the outpatient patients I would handle the next afternoon. Some names were familiar, long-time patients with heart histories that needed continuous monitoring. There were also new patients, referrals from health centers and small clinics.I opened their medical records one by one, reading carefully and jotting down important notes in my small notebook that I always carried. Hypertension history, valve stenosis, arrhythmias... all becoming a long list I had to anticipate.Even though I was tired, there was something calming about diving back into this routine. I knew exactly why I chose this profession, even though it was demanding and took a toll on my personal life; th
Aisha's POV I looked at Julien, who had come all the way just to bring me dinner. “You... didn’t have to go through the trouble of coming here.” Julien shrugged. “But I wanted to. And I’m hungry too. So, win-win.” I nodded slightly, not having the energy to argue. “Okay,” I finally said.We walked together to my office. In the comfortable silence, there were only the sounds of footsteps and the rustling of the paper bags. Upon entering, I immediately dropped into the chair, removed my medical mask, and rested my head back. Julien opened one of the bags and pulled out two warm food containers. The aroma of creamy soup and toasted bread filled the room, making my stomach rumble softly. “I know your taste isn’t too complicated,” he said as he placed the food on my desk. “So I chose mushroom soup and cheese bread. And cappuccino. I remember you love this.” I looked at him gratefully. “Julien... thank you. Really.” He smiled and sat