What will happen when a Badass Surgeon meets a Strictass CEO ?
Let's find out 😉
This is my first fanfic, so please 🐻 with me.
If you find some similarities in this story it is just a coincidence . I'm not trying to copy someone ☺️
If you are uncom...
First of all I'm genuinely sorry for keeping you guys hanging for so long...
I'll try to complete this book as soon as possible. There's only last 10 or so chapters to go....
Also, as you have noticed it I have been gone for a long time so my skills are a bit rusted. Earlier I started getting used to a particular style of writing and now I don't know if I can continue writing like that again.
I don't have my editor friend now so there will be fuck load of extra mistakes as well. As I will be focusing on ending the story first. I try to write as fast as possible and then put the story under editing :'D
I honestly don't know what am I doing anymore. I am not in a good place mentally and I realised it will take longer than this but as earlier this was something that made me happy so I would like to try again to complete this <3
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WARNING : NO PROOFREAD (I'm not a Psychology student, I wrote whatever came to my mind ) ______________________________________
It's been a month Perth started working again. He was back on track, he knew he took the right job as holding the scalpel again gave him a sense of comfort, a sense of belonging which he didn't knew he needed to feel calm. He was doing fine yet, it wasn't hard to notice that it was not the same again. The interns missed their happy, active head more and more each passing day. He missed his old self as well, and tried his best to put on an act. The hospital deducted his pay, yet the Chief was more than happy to see him work again.
It has also been a month ever since he started therapy. His relationship with Saint was not the same as before, Perth was unusually quite for most of the time and Saint understood that he needed some space, he gladly accepted it, not wanting to disturb his healing. It hurts him being this distant to the person he's so attached with but, he was happy when Perth started therapy again, it was his way to telling that he's trying.
The frequency of nightmares faded but it was still there. Some night's Perth would wake up screaming, speaking gibberish and then clung onto Saint for his dear life pouring his heart out. Perth always avoided those topics to speak out and keeping it inside was eating him alive.
When he finally started attending his therapy sessions, he liked the environment of that room. It mostly had a calming aesthetic with neutral colours with a hit of warm lighting. His therapist Mr.Nattapol Diloknawarit or Dr. Max was a very soft spoken human and had a calming aura around him. First few sessions passed by with him just trying to make Perth comfortable and it worked the guy did started to open up but it was no where near what he actually wanted to say.
After a few weeks, Max concluded that Perth was guy who won't put his inner thoughts out cause even thought he knew that it meant no harm. His brain still views the incident as something forbidden and something that can trigger his peace and cause chaos which he tried to avoid at all costs.
