The doctors had advised that Charles needed consistent monitoring over the coming weeks given the extent of his memory loss. As the attending physician on his case, that responsibility fell on me whether I liked it or not. I told myself it was just professional obligation and nothing more.The first morning I walked into his room to check on him, he was sitting up in the bed, looking around the room with a puzzled expression. He looked up when I walked in."Good morning," I said, moving to check his vitals. "How are you feeling today?"He watched me for a moment. "Better, I think," he said. "Are you my doctor?" he asked."Yes," I replied, keeping my eyes on the monitor. "I am Dr. Tina."He was quiet for a moment. "You seem young to be a doctor," he said finally.I almost smiled at that. "I get that a lot," I said flatly and continued with my checks.Over the coming days, I would come in, check his progress, answer his questions about his condition, and leave. He was usually polite and
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