𝐻𝐸𝑅 // 𝐵𝐼𝐿𝐿𝐼𝐸 𝐸𝐼𝐿𝐼𝑆𝐻 𝐹𝐴𝑁𝐹𝐼𝐶𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁

HER : 49

emery

i never thought my life was going to be over when we broke up. i just thought, that sucks... but you have dreams to accomplish, you've been through worse, you'll get through this too.

looking back now, i think i should have given myself some more time to grieve us. maybe i would've been over us now if that happened.

some days i wished that she wronged me in a way that would make me hate her. just so i could stop thinking about her and what we had often. but then again i am grateful it ended when it did cause i know that i can look back, remember all the good times and smile.

"you'll have to get your blood work done first thing tomorrow and once the results are out you'll get your next prescription of acnetane." i told my patient, handing her the nessaray pages. "don't hesitate to contact me if you have any questions." i said as they exited the door.

i don't mind when patients are in a hurry to get out of my office. i used to like that before, i learned that i had to put myself out there more though. i do mind it when they are in a hurry and they are being straight up rude. i make more than you do in four months, shut the fuck up.

"what kind of clinic forgets to book a patient's appointment? i fucking called reception a week ago to be in this room today at nine pm!" a middle aged man yelled from my office door. yasmine was trying to calm him down and i immediately stood up to try and control the scene.

"sir." i said.

"no! i'm a busy man. all i want is to get prescriptions for my back acne." he quickly said.

"sir! calm down." i raised my voice.

"how dare—." he started

"i am trying to help you!" i yelled at him. "yasmine honey, my next patient should take another half an hour, i'll take him now."

"i was trying to explain to him that i was going to check in with you." she sighed, before turning around and walking away.

"now i won't get the treatment i deserve because of my need to vocalize my rights like that in this institution." he grumbled, sitting on my examining bed.

"i can assure you, i am not biased. if i was i would be failing at my own job." i started putting on my gloves.

"i'd much rather have a male doctor." he mentioned.

"why? did you think emery was a man's name on the phone?" i asked.

"well they told me your last name and i just assumed."

treating that man was like treating a million crying whining children at once, again and again and again. every minute of it i wanted to give him a black eye. every second i wanted his tongue to be cut off.

"good evening." my next patient walked in.

"good evening mrs smith." i smiled. "let's look at how that patch healed up." i stood up and put on my gloves.

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"are you sure you don't want to call an uber doctor?" yasmin, the last nurse to leave with me said.

"oh no, i'll be just fine driving myself home." i shook my head.

"are you sure? i'm sure you'll find a car nearby that won't take long to get here, i'll even have my car wait for yours to arrive." she checked.

"there is no need really, i've driven myself home even later than this hour. you should go home and get some rest, it's late. i shouldn't hold you up for such a silly reason." i shook my head.