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’ Ian replied and no message came in from Ria again. Ian dialed Ramsey's number but he didn't pick up. He needed Ramsey to forward Drake Robert’s number to him. His personal assistant had left the office by 6:00 p.m even before Ian finished his task around 8:30 p.m. Ian tried it again and luckily Ramsey picked on the third ring. ‘Hello.’ ‘Hello.’ He yawned out loud. ‘Ramsey, I apologize for calling at this time of—‘ ‘Oh! Mr Ian!’ This time Ramsey’s voice was clear. He didn’t check the caller’s identity before picking up the call.

After what felt like an eternity, the door finally pushed open and the doctor walked out. “How is she?” asked Adams with nervous shaky hands as he walked towards the doctor. She flashed him a blinding smile that under normal circumstances, will have him wondering which dentist she visited. “Hi, I’m Doctor Ramya. Please, follow me to my office” she replied making Adams furrow his brows in confusion, but still followed behind her. He matched her pace, walking quietly behind her. “You know, as a doctor, I have witnessed several cases of repeated abuse” the doctor Ramya started, as they both walked into her office and Adams nodded attentively, although he was yet to see the relevance of her stat

“I’ll go change.” He nodded, eyes politely averted. “Sure. I'll wait here.” At the door, I hesitated. “And… Reese?” “Yes?” “How old is Ramsey? He's weirdly honest.” “Twenty. He's twenty years old.” I shifted awkwardly. “Oh. That explains it. He’s very… open.” Reese chuckled. “In case you didn’t pick up on it, Ramsey has severe OCD. He can’t actually bring himself to lie if that's what you're wondering about.”

I love watching doggie videos. "He?" he asks with a rough tone. "What?" I ask, confused. "The nurse referred to the doctor as male. Couldn't she have made a mistake?" "No, she didn't make a mistake. Dr. Ramsay is a man." Her face turns completely red. "A man? Why does your gynecologist have to be a man?" "What's wrong with that," I ask, trying to hide my amusement. "I don't like a man checking your private parts." "You do worse, and you're a man, too.

Nothing does. I pull in a shaky breath just as the door swings open. A woman in a white coat steps inside, a tablet clutched in her hand. Her expression is kind, but there’s a heaviness behind her eyes that makes my stomach clench. “Miss Valerie,” she says softly, closing the door behind her. “I’m Dr. Ramirez.” I nod, though the name slides right through me without catching. “I’ve reviewed your scans and your initial neurological exam,” she continues, her voice gentle but steady. “You don’t have any signs of permanent injury no swelling, no bleeding.”

Xander drove us to the specialist's office, his hand on mine the whole way there. "Are you nervous?" he asked as we parked at the parking area of the hospital. "A little bit." I admitted. "But excited to see hear the heartbeat of the little one again." We waited in the exam room, with me on the table in a paper gown. Xander couldn't even sit still, pacing around the room and making my eyeballs swirl. The specialist, Dr. Ramirez, came in with her usual warm smile, a chart in her hand. I loved her because she was always honest, no sugarcoating how any thing was.

Meanwhile, he went ahead with his request, “I wish to see a doctor first before I resume. I have some sensations in my head and I guess it was due to the beating from my boss.” He searched his countenance again and it was obvious that he was unwell. “You can go. I will inform the manager that you have reported.” “Thank you for your understanding. I will be back.” “It is all right.” Ramon watched him as he walked towards the door and concluded that he was not himself but attributed it to the slap from Kelvin. At the Company Clinic Dr. Henry Smith, the thirty-three-year-old, Medical Director, was just reporting to work when Lucas walked in. He was not familiar with his face because he hardly v

My mom decides to get that as I dish into my meal. "Mila! Some man is here to see you!" "What? Who?" "A snack!" my mom shouts from the door. I drag myself from my chair, no idea who the hell this is. "Ramon Darke?" He's neat in a maroon suit with brown leather loafers and a black tie. He's not a snack. He's a whole dish honestly. "That's his name?" My mom asks enthusiastically. Ramon and I nod in unison. "I will stick to snack," my mom says leaving us both to talk.

He had looked me in the eyes and told me there was no hope for improvement. I forced a calm smile. “Then can I speak with Doctor Ramirez?” She pointed down the hallway. “His office is the third door on the left. He is free right now.” I walked down the hallway with my heart beating hard. When I reached the door, I knocked twice and opened it without waiting. A young man in a white coat looked up from his desk. He had the same sharp jawline and blue eyes as Julian. My breath caught in my throat. “Victor?” I whispered.

Once she is sure that I am in fact covered she opens the door the rest of the way coming inside with a machine rolling behind her. “Hello Esmerelda, I am Dr. Anne Ramsey. Please just call me Anne.” She has a warm smile on her face that reaches her eyes which are crinkled at the sides showing her life has been full of smiles and laughs. “I hear that we need to check for twins.” Her smile brightens while I try to swallow the lump in my throat. “Yeah.” That’s all I can say. Her smile stays the same, only now her eyes fill with sympathy.