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Louder. “Can you relax?” I muttered under my breath, pressing my palm down on my thigh. It didn’t help. My body wouldn’t listen. The door creaked open. I froze. My head snapped up so fast my neck protested. The doctor stepped in— middle‑aged, slightly hunched, his white coat hanging loosely over his frame. His glasses dangled from a cord around his neck, swinging slightly as he walked. My fingers tightened around my phone. He had the results.

I squeezed his hand, trying to reassure him. Just then, the door to my room opened, and a doctor walked in. He greeted me and introduced himself. “I'm Dr. Leonard,the attending physician," He said, a kind smile on his face. "I understand you've had quite a scare." I nodded, my throat still feeling dry and scratchy. "I'm going to explain what happened, and what we're going to do to make sure you're okay," he said. I braced myself, not sure what to expect.

, the doctor stated, while Richard stared at him inquisitively. He couldn’t ascertain why the doctor had an unsettled look on his face, but he could point out that there was something he was missing out. “Is there a problem?” Richard asked as his heart skipped a beat. He hated it when doctors wore serious looks on their faces. It only showed that they were ready to divulge something that was going to be really heartbreaking. “Most times, there is a need to look deeper into things, before coming to a conclusion”, the doctor started, even though he had no idea of how to get done with the statement.

the doctor uttered. “Here is his picture, I think this would help,” Aria said and stepped forward immediately with her phone in her hand. It was displaying a picture of Triple J. The doctor took the phone from her and adjusted his glasses before looking at them and then his face brightened. “Oh, wow… I recognize this patient. I am actually the doctor taking care of him. Please come with me, I will take you straight to him,” the Doctor said to their delight and then he led them down the hallway.

The Doctor John Crowe went straight to some men in a bar and demanded to see a doctor. "The hell you need a doctor for?" one of them asked him. "You literally beat all those men out there." Well, that was something to think about but he still wanted to see a doctor. "Just point me in the right direction," he said. "Why? Did you think we'd point you in the wrong one?" someone asked and the men guffawed. "Well, just go straight down the road. You're going to get past some brambles. Doctor's place is literally on the outskirts. You can't miss it if you're leaving town."

But she’s right. “I’m fine,” I whisper “No,” she says gently, brushing the hair from my face, “you’re not. But you will be. He’s strong.” I nod, barely holding it together. Then the doors swing open. We all shoot up. The doctor appears in his blue scrubs with his clipboard in one hand. His expression is unreadable and that’s what terrifies me most. We rush toward him instantly. “How is he?” I demand,. “Please, what’s happening?”

Maybe he hasn't arrived yet. "What does that Doctor look like..." I whispered to myself before hanging up when no one answered after ringing several times. Doctora Loyzaga, I searched for her info on the internet and luckily all the basic info about her was posted about her. The female doctor is famous and well known in the field of medicine. But most of all, What I focused on looking at was the Doctor's appearance. "This is her face now." I saved the picture I saw. The door opened and Becka entered again.

*** (Hospital) "Doc, I'm here for the result of my test," I promised the doctor. I already know something about my situation but I know that I still don't know enough. "Sir, maybe I should talk to a close relative of yours first," said the doctor. Is my pain that bad? "It's okay Doc. I'm ready to hear it." I smiled reassuringly. "Here, read it yourself. If there's something you don't understand, come and ask me. I'll explain to you later," he said as he reached for the papers.

My hands didn’t shake. But inside, I was falling apart. “Ma’am,” I said to the patient, making a huge effort to keep my voice steady, “I’m so sorry, but my son is in the ER. I can’t continue this session. I’m going to call a colleague right now so you’re not left alone, but I have to go.” The patient looked startled. “Is he okay? Your son…?” “I’ll do everything I can to make sure he is.” I said it as a doctor.

I knew perfectly well they were trying to keep an eye on me, and honestly, that was exactly the effect I wanted. At 12:55 p.m., one of the staff members pointed to a seat by the window. “Dr. Lane, have a seat. If you need anything, let us know. We’ll come by periodically to check.” With that, they shut the door behind them. The moment the records room door slammed shut, I grabbed the doctor's code of conduct handbook from the desk and began reciting it at the top of my lungs. “Article One! Doctors must possess sound professional ethics and medical competency, uphold their principles, and fulfil the sacred duty of preventing illness, treating disease, saving lives, and protecting the health o