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Whispers in the Clinic

작가: Tyson Roy
last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-07-01 15:32:21

The halls of Moonrise Medical always smelled faintly of antiseptic and wild herbs, a strange mix of science and tradition. The floors gleamed under soft lights, and the echo of footsteps never quite faded. For most, this place was sacred—where wounds healed, where life began and sometimes ended. But for Aria, it was becoming something else. A stage. A trap.

She moved through the corridors like she always had, clipboard in hand, hair tied back, focus sharp. But something had changed. Not in her routine. In the way people looked at her.

It started with glances. Quick, sidelong stares that slipped away the second she turned. Then came the lowered voices. The sudden silences when she walked into a room. The shift in air when her presence broke their rhythm.

By week twelve, she couldn’t hide it anymore. Her uniform tugged slightly at the curve of her belly. She’d catch glimpses of herself in reflective surfaces—glass cabinets, dark screens—and her hands would move instinctively to cover th
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  • Moonlit Secrets   The Door She Closed

    Xander wasn’t used to silence. Not this kind. The kind that settled into the floorboards and slipped into the corners of the hallways. The kind that followed him like a question he didn’t know how to answer.He entered his study, expecting the usual rhythm of his day—meetings, reports, decisions. But instead, there was a single envelope waiting on the desk. Plain. No seal. Just his name, written in handwriting he would know anywhere.Aria’s.He stared at it for a second longer than he should have, as if not touching it would change what was inside. His fingers moved anyway, breaking it open. No hesitation. But everything in him stilled the moment he read the first line.Please accept my resignation…The words were short. Cold, even. Professional. No warmth. No softness. No room to respond.He read the letter twice, then again, as if meaning would shift between readings. But it didn’t. She was gone. Not thinking about it. Not planning it. Gone.His hand dropped to his side. The letter

  • Moonlit Secrets   The Howl He Missed

    The Howl He MissedThe full moon was cruel in its beauty—too bright, too still, casting everything in silver that felt more like silence than light. The forest held its breath. Somewhere in the distance, the pack howled, their voices rising in waves that crashed and swirled above the treetops.Aria stood alone near the edge of the clearing, one hand braced against the rough bark of a pine, the other curled into a trembling fist by her side. She had no plans to join them tonight. Not after everything.They wouldn’t notice she was missing. Not really.A week ago, she might’ve stood among them, her pulse in sync with theirs, her place beside the fire, even if always a little to the side. Now, she was just a name they didn’t speak aloud. A vacancy they’d quietly let happen.Her resignation had been handed in at dawn. It hadn’t felt like a rebellion. It had felt like an exhale.She tilted her head toward the sky. The moon glared down, heavy and expectant.The run had already started. The s

  • Moonlit Secrets   The Name She Will Not Speak

    A low wind stirred outside, slipping through the cracks of the cottage like it belonged there. The wooden shutters trembled. Aria stood in the centre of her living room, sleeves rolled to her elbows, a scarf wrapped loosely around her neck. She hadn’t turned on the heater. The chill matched her mood.Boxes lined the floor.Not many. She didn’t own much.A few medical journals, her mother’s shawl, a half-filled jar of thyme she never used but couldn’t throw away. She wrapped everything slowly, her movements careful, like she was packing memories, not things.Each item she touched brought a quiet ache. Not grief—she’d already grieved. This was something softer. A final sorting of what she could take and what she had to leave behind. A decision with every fold, every tie of string.She moved through the house as if the walls were watching.In the kitchen, she ran her fingertips over the empty windowsill where sage and mint once grew. In the living room, her eyes caught the frayed cushion

  • Moonlit Secrets   Rumors Reignited

    The dining hall was louder than usual. Packed shoulder to shoulder, it pulsed with gossip dressed up as laughter, speculation hidden beneath polite smiles. Lanterns burned warm overhead, but the energy in the room was anything but comforting. It felt… watchful.Aria walked in quietly, holding her tray close to her chest. Tea. Bread. A few slices of apple, she wasn’t sure she’d eat. She kept her head down, weaving past tables until she reached her usual seat, back corner, right near the tapestry with the faded crescent moon. Her safe spot.No one looked her way.Good.She sat down slowly, tucked herself in, and exhaled through her nose. Her hands were calm, but her stomach churned. Not from the pregnancy—at least, not this time. She already knew what tonight was about.Sienna was back. And tonight, she was going to be seen.The hall buzzed louder, louder—until the doors opened.First came Xander.He looked the way he always did when he put the weight of the world on his shoulders and d

  • Moonlit Secrets   Ghost in the Den

    The healer’s den was steeped in stillness.It always had a calming quiet, a sacred hush that clung to the woven curtains and stone floors like breath held too long. Tonight, though, that calm felt deceptive. The scent of mint and sage still drifted from the apothecary shelves, but to Aria, it all felt sharper somehow. Like the air knew what was coming.She stood near the end of the room, quietly restocking gauze, though her eyes flicked often to the cot near the centre, where Sienna White lay, finally still.Pale beneath the wool blanket. Breathing steadily, at last.Aria’s fingers moved automatically through the vials and linens, but inside, her chest felt tight.She had spent days tending to this woman. Changing dressings. Sponging fever from her skin. Mixing potions to draw the infection out, praying under her breath when Sienna had slipped too far under.And through it all, Aria hadn’t broken.She couldn’t afford to.Not when the name on every tongue was Sienna White. Not when eve

  • Moonlit Secrets   Burnt Bridges

    The cliff was quiet tonight.Not the stillness of peace, but the kind that comes before something is let go.Aria stood at the edge, the wind catching at her coat, cool against her skin. The overlook stretched wide before her, the river far below reflecting slivers of moonlight. Pine needles were scattered across the rocks. The sky above was painted in bruised colours, deep purple bleeding into steel grey. The air carried the faint scent of ash from an old fire pit and the wild herbs growing in the cracks of the cliff.In her hands: a bundle tied in a faded blue ribbon.Letters. Dozens of them.She hadn’t opened the bundle in years, but she remembered every word. Every night spent hunched over parchment, whispering confessions to the moon. Letters written from a place of hope, of aching want, of belief that maybe—just maybe—love could bloom in silence.Tonight, she’d come to let that silence burn.Aria lowered herself onto the flat stone at the edge of the overlook, where the ground d

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