Born To Heal You (MilkCiize)

BTHY - 23 🥛🎀

POV: Kapook

I started to worry. It's been a week, and I still haven't found a way to help Ciize—or Alpha, as she wants to be called now. I've made several attempts to reach out to my ex-girlfriend, Piploy, but every time she hears my voice, she angrily hangs up. Maybe she thinks I'm trying to get back with her after our disastrous past. If it weren't for the promise I made to Alpha, I wouldn't even waste my time contacting Piploy again. But what else can I do? How can I help my friend? She trusts me, and I can't disappoint her.

Caught up in my stress, I almost forgot I had an appointment with Panly today.

"Oh, you're already here. Come in," I say, trying to be courteous, though I wish I could tell her she's not exactly welcome at the moment.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to be late. But I guess I came earlier than scheduled," she responds calmly.

"It's fine. But can you excuse me for a moment? I just need to check on another patient. It won't take long, I assure you." I attempt to excuse myself.

"Go ahead, take your time, doctor. I won't go anywhere," she says, always so formal and polite.

"Thank you for understanding. I appreciate it. Please excuse me," I say, leaving my office.

When I return, I find Panly staring intently at a photo of Ciize and me, neatly framed and displayed on my desk. How could I have been so careless, leaving that out in the open? This feels like trouble. I try to act normal, but inside, I'm panicking, afraid we're busted.

"Who is she, doctor?" she asks shakily, as though emotional—or am I reading too much into her tone? "Is she, perhaps... your girlfriend, the one you were kissing?" She sounds sad, maybe embarrassed to bring up the memory of when she caught us almost kissing.

I want to deny it, but my ego gets the better of me. "Yes, you could say that," I reply confidently, though my voice carries a hint of hesitation at the lie I've just told. "Why?"

"Oh, nothing really," she says, clearly lost in thought while glancing back at the photo. "She's beautiful. You're very lucky."

Did she just admire Ciize? I'm not entirely comfortable with her reaction, but what can I say? Ciize is undeniably gorgeous. I can't argue with that, so I just roll with it. "Sure am. So, anyway, what brings you here this time?" I ask, eager to change the subject and end this conversation so she can leave.

"Nothing, really. I just wanted to personally thank you for your advice. Your counsel was incredible. My wife and I are doing great now," she says sincerely, expressing her gratitude.

"That's wonderful to hear. You certainly don't seem to have any health concerns. You look fantastic, by the way," I reply, hoping to shift the focus.

"That's why I'm so thankful to you. You healed me and saved my life, and now you've saved my marriage. I hope one day I can return the favor. If you ever need anything, please let me know. I'd love to repay your kindness in any way I can," she offers generously.