Beautiful Delight

Chapter 12

POV Amelia

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Lakas Cruz. 76 year old male. Married to his wife for 54 years. Has three kids and 7 grandkids. Grew up in the Philippines. Moved to the USA at 32 years old with his wife and three kids.

Family history of high blood pressure, cardiovascular disease, and neuropathy.

Patient came a month ago seeking to establish care after suffering an ischemic stroke. Has been compliant with treatment so far.

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The appointments are usually short since he actually takes it seriously. He also does the work at home. Is clear that he values his health a lot.

Almost all of my male patients come because their wife's threaten them. Even then, they barely do any of the work at home. However, he came here by free will. Shocker!

We talked about what has worked for him so far and what hasn't. Symptoms that have improved and others that have stayed the same. Luckily, no symptoms have worsened. Overall, his progress has been scarily good. Almost as if he isn't human, but there's proof that he is.

We commonly work with people in questionable (dubious legality) line of work. Thus, we thought nothing of him. Except we were heavily warned in the past about him being extremely dangerous. They also told us to be careful.

Laka's gone through 3 occupational therapists from what we've been told. I don't know what made him stay with me. As a matter of fact, no one does.

Remember the kid prone to accidents? We're thankful for him, he warmed all of us. We returned the favor by giving him free appointments.

That's one reason I call Lakas the devil's reincarnation. Unfortunately, there were other situations that sealed the deal. I unfortunately cannot reject him as a patient. I'm scared that if I do I'll make him angry. I want to avoid that at all costs.

"Got any boyfriend yet?" He asked.

"No." I lied. Technically it's not a lie, it hasn't even been a week.

"Why is someone as beautiful as you single?" He asks.

I used to ask myself the same thing everyday.  Now that I think about being a workaholic might have played a role in it. Maybe just a tinsee tiny one. Just maybe.

"Thank you, I wish guys would think like that." I said, writing down the last bit of information left.

"How old are you?"

"Enough to be your grandchild." I said, I put the pen down. I would have never expected him to ask that.

"I mean, for my grandsons."

Huh?! I froze immediately. Why would he want to set me up with one of his grandkids? In my confusion he taps around on his phone. Until he found what he was looking for.

"In total I have five. The oldest is 33 and the youngest is 19. Here's a photo of them all together. Take your pick." He said, as if he was talking about cattle.

Showing me his phone. I look away. Not even bothering to look at it. Declining, I shake my head and laugh a little to lighten the mood. I feel like throwing up.

"I'm not looking to date anyone, but thank you for thinking of me." I said, flashing him a warm smile.

Please don't ever think of me again. Ever.

I finally found my cute prince. Maybe I should call him a fox instead, now that I think about it. I should buy him fox and bunny ears. Also tails, and more lingerie up to my taste.