Semua Bab RAGING FLAME: Bab 111 - Bab 120

The moment I walked into the hospital, it felt like I had returned home. The familiar smell of disinfectant, the bustling sound of patients and doctors in the hallways, and the warmth of my residents greeting me—it was all comforting.“Dr. Amira, you’re back!” one of the junior residents exclaimed, rushing over to hug me.“Yes, yes, I’m back,” I said, laughing. “Now get back to work, all of you. I don’t want to see anyone slacking because I’m here!”They laughed but quickly dispersed, leaving me smiling to myself. It felt good to be back.Later, I made my way to the cafeteria for a quick coffee. That’s when I saw Ryan, sitting at a table by himself. Usually, he was surrounded by our mutual friends or joking with the staff, but today he seemed withdrawn.I walked up to him cautiously. “Hey,” I said softly, but he didn’t even look up.“Hey,” he replied curtly, his eyes fixed on his phone.The coldness in his tone hit me like a slap. I stood there awkwardly for a moment before deciding t

I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, my heart racing for no reason. That’s when I heard it—a faint tapping, like nails against wood, coming from the far corner of the room.I sat up, my breath caught in my throat. “Who’s there?” My voice was barely a whisper.The tapping stopped.For a moment, there was silence, and then… dragging. A soft, deliberate sound as though something heavy was being pulled across the floor.My blood ran cold as my eyes darted to the corner. Nothing.I forced myself into the sheets.Then I saw it—a faint outline of a figure towards me, its head tilted unnaturally to the side.I pulled away the sheets from my face. I saw nothing.my heart beating fast.It must be my imagination, i pacified myself.I closed my eyes.the bed creaked as if someone had just sat on it. I turned slowly, my heart pounding in my ears.The imprint of a hand pressed into the mattress, even though no one was there.I didn’t wait any longer. I ran out of the room, slamming the door beh

After days of mourning my mother’s death, I busied myself fulfilling her last wishes and ensuring her legacy endured. The mansion, a place full of memories, was not to be abandoned as per her wish. Though the emptiness echoed within its walls, I chose to preserve it, finding solace in her desire to keep it alive. I settled accounts with everyone who had worked for her. My manager David, loyal and compassionate, refused the generous sum I offered as gratitude for his care of my mother.One evening, seeking some distraction from the sorrow, I decided to visit the orphanage I often supported. Normally, Eva would accompany me, but she was unavailable. Hesitant but left with no other option, I called Ryan.“Ryan,” I began hesitantly. “Would you like to come with me to the orphanage tomorrow? I could use some help, and I know the kids would love meeting you.”After a pause, he replied curtly, “Alright. What time?”“Let’s leave around 10 a.m.,” I said, hoping to bridge the distance that had

It was another bustling morning in the hospital. As I walked into the pediatric wing, the sound of beeping monitors and faint cries filled the air. I was reviewing my patient charts when a nurse approached me hurriedly.“Dr. Amira, we have a little girl in Room 302. She’s been here since last night, and the residents are stumped. Her vitals are stable, but she’s in severe pain. No one can figure out what’s wrong,” she said breathlessly.I nodded, grabbing my stethoscope and heading toward the room. Inside, I saw a tiny figure curled up on the hospital bed. She couldn’t have been older than six. Her face was pale, and her large, teary eyes met mine as I entered.Her mother stood by her bedside, visibly distraught. “Doctor, please help her. She’s been in pain for hours. They’ve done so many tests, but they say everything looks normal.”I gave her a reassuring nod, kneeling beside the little girl. “Hi there, sweetheart. Can you tell me where it hurts?”She pointed weakly to her abdomen,

AmiraThe office was cold and sterile as I handed the stack of divorce papers to my lawyer. He gave me a brief nod and flipped through them, ensuring everything was in order.“I’ll handle everything from here, Ms. Amira,” he assured me, adjusting his glasses.“Thank you,” I said, my voice steady, though my heart felt anything but.I left the office with a strange heaviness. It wasn’t regret exactly, but a sense of finality that unsettled me. This was what I wanted—or what I thought I wanted.A week later, I decided to visit the mall to get something for the kids. As I browsed through a shelf of books, I heard a familiar voice behind me.“Amira?”I turned to see Michael, his usual calm demeanor intact, though his eyes showed a flicker of surprise.“Michael,” I acknowledged, offering a polite smile. “What brings you here?”“Work,” he said, gesturing to a folder in his hand. “And you?”“Just needed to step out,” I said casually. “How have you been?”“I’m fine,” he replied, tilting his he