I'LL HAUNT YOU BY SAMIRA LUZ

Prologue

A Prologue

"I want you to take him."

"Excuse me?" The lady favored herself in front of the mirror, fixing her face to look more decent, wearing a lip matte as her final touch-up after a sleepover. It had been going on for a few nights.The fellow spoke further. as he was finally getting her attention. Not by much, though. But it will do for now, at least. She still spoke back to him.

"There's my junior who will be down there. I'm simply asking you a favor to look after him."

"And why would I honor that place instead?" He could sense a drawl in her voice. She didn't even bother to look at the guy, who was leaning on the doorframe with his crossed arms. She fixed her hair, bringing it up to tie it neatly as she gave her flippant remark.

That guy had a weary smile on his face, brushing them off as he just shrugged.

"Clarice. I've seen him in action before. And like it or not, he wants to pursue it under your supervision, where I assume he will be specializing. You're the best in the field. I just want you to push him further. I already know that you're going to love his potential."

She sighed, finally turning to look at him. She was thinking. And then she scribbled with a huff as she rolled her eyes.

"Then I'll take that as a yes." His grin was bothering her; she wasn't sure if she liked it. Or rather, not to think of it at all.

"Who is he?" she asked, completely considering the fact that this guy in front of her was involved. There is no such thing as an ignorant world. He must have something behind his every action. She knew him too well by now.

"I told you, he's a junior from my medical school." She sneered at him, certainly not believing it was only as much as that.

He shrugged again, pushing him against the doorframe as he walked out of her room office. She gritted her teeth, not liking a bit that she was the one being ignored this time around. She huffed in frustration.

Golden, bright light emits from the side of the earth, as the sky travels around to keep a living soul doing its routine pretty comfortably underneath. There's one girl who wanders outside of the hospital, taking a fresh breath in the early morning. Sang it out, controlling her breathing and improving her posture.

"Hm, it's refreshing," said the girl in her yellow crewneck sweatshirt. She fixed herself, running her fingers through her hair, only to find no difference. Whenever she tried to change it, it remained a messy bunny tail for the thousandth thousand times. She slid her hands inside the pocket of her light blue ripped jeans, making her important appearance inside the building after taking two deep breaths.

"Hello, everyone!" She greeted every person who walked past her so cheerfully. No one would go unnoticed by her. It had been her routine for as long as she could remember, detouring through every wing of this hospital.

She kept walking with a nonstop greeting and could not care less if they were responding to her. Sending positivity was all that mattered to her, although it was only one-sided. It went along until she came across a large group of people, realizing that she needed to get involved immediately.

"Oh, there are newcomers!"

She halted her steps and reared back, peeping at the group of junior doctors with a skeptical brow. An intern's first day. They got together on the first morning. It was a beautiful day. She hid behind the pillar, trying not to make her presence noticeable to others, though it was a rather fruitless and unnecessary action. Unfortunately, whatever she was doing at the time was invisible to them.

Her eyes roved over the hall until they stopped at the taller figure. He's tall, she noticed. He was being held by an elderly woman who appeared out of nowhere. Probably because he stood in the back, far away from the others.

"We don't know yet what exactly going on with your daughter's case. Let us come back and explain it thoroughly to you, ma'am," uttered that tall guy, seemingly calmly handling the family, who suddenly came and reached out to him. He patted the arm, consoling a bit. The old lady had to nod; it already swelled her eyes with tears, but she listened to the young doctor standing tall before her. She felt his confidence calm her down as he walked down the opposite hallway.

"He's good." She spoke to herself, tailing the new guy's movement until he managed to sort himself into the rest of the group. He's indeed eye-catching. I bet he was popular in his high school.

It was less clear to him that the brief scene was witnessed by some superior of his own. She smirked at that brief scene in front of her before her eyes trailed to another figure.

"There she is. I wonder if she slept in her office room again."

The said lady approached the group with a very different aura. As if they forced her to be here. The funny thing was, she didn't even have to be there all the time, but here she was out of respect for the newcomers, who expect to gain more knowledge and want to learn to be better. It was just her appearance that seemed distant and unapproachable. Perhaps her inability to smile was to blame.

"Oh, Clarice... you look so stunningly beautiful today," said one person who has stood in front of the group since. His eyes slightly widened with feigned shock. The lady just took a deep breath after listening to the impractical compliment. They'd only just met, so she felt no need to make small talk, instead preparing to begin her speech.

"We are here to help people by practicing our medicine. And within our residency concept, there will be so much that you must take seriously—" She completely ignored the skinny, tall guy beside her. And she continued to give her briefs to the young, eager medical practitioners.

The messy bunny girl had witnessed the scene, laughing out loud while pitying the poor guy that she knew as Doctor Gideon Halt. Until she became aware that she was being watched and came to a halt. Her eyes glazed over when she saw the tall guy back then. He looked uneasy and uncertain, staring right at her. She blinked.