𝐔𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞.

𝐊𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐋 𝐎𝐍𝐄

Maxine's POV.

This sudden sound of the alarm woke me up from a deep slumber. Grunting, I turned off the annoying ticking of the clock and covered my eyes to try to figure out where I was. Then it hit me.

"Oh Shux! I have work!" I gasped, bolting upright. Fear crept in as I looked at the clock, to realize that I already wasting a lot of time. Another way was HOW COULD I EVER FORGET ABOUT MY WORK? Right, I'm a doctor. So, be professional, Maxi!

The reflection I saw in the mirror was as far from professional as could be imagined. My hair sticking out in all sorts of directions, the mascara that caked the area under my eyes-I couldn't have looked like any clinic's poster for life savers.

"You're so dumb," I grumbled to myself then hastily put on my scrubs so I could continue to out of bed and work. there are moments that we need to go to work, really you are getting late! Again!

Picking up my purse, I slipped my shoes on and ran right out of the house. Mid way to the hospital, I was realizing that I had not even combed my hair. Superior, another point to join the list of things for which my colleagues would give me that sad oh-poor-her look today.

When I got to the hospital this first thing that I noticed was that it had more energy that I actually can comprehend. I waved and smiled as others greeted me as I power-walked past the corridors, competing with the noise of carts and patients.

"Doctor Maxi, good morning! The number of patients who are waiting outside your office is rather large!" Someone shouted loudly from the next door and wished me all the best.

I sighed though I smiled, ' Alright.' "It's Monday," said I muttering to myself and gave him a courteous nod. "It's natural." Some days were like this Mondays were like this always. With mountains of patients waiting, a thousand things waiting to be done and a mountain of coffee that may not be enough.

Almost collapsing in my office she starts fire and rants and as soon as she quietens down the day gathers its weight. Of course, it mattered whether one was professional or not and whether one was disheveled or not, but basically, I was here. And it was time to get to work.

--

Having arranged the papers in my desk rather carelessly, I quickly looked up when I heard the door groaning. I glanced up, thinking for certain to find the face of yet another overburdened grown man; but there appeared the visage of a child. A smile tugged at my lips.

Oh yeah, how adorable, I said to myself I really felt like laughing out loud. It was a little boy, one of my little patients who I see frequently. For example, he had a routine of coming in for a check up each Monday as a Drum blows it every Mondays serve as a way of checking up on hospital. He had complained of sleeping disorders, the common dreamless sleep coupled with the conviction that nightmares were inevitable.

"Look who's here kiddo," I said friendly as I bent to be at his eye level. "Did you miss your doctor?"

The youngboy bowed his head down, and the thin fingers of his two hands clenched tightly around his teddy bear. Suddenly and unpredictably, he started moving closer and embraced me with his dry arms.

What a sweet boy he was I said as best as I could combined with the light spanking on his back. Such times made me appreciate my job no matter how complicated the early mornings of the school term were.

"okay," I replied a little too jovially, standing up. "Kiddo, it is high time we found out what happened to our nightmares, right?" I said, "It was so dark you are braver than those monsters, right?"

He laughed softly and, finally, looked at me with innocence in his eyes. I did his check up seriously and asked him some questions about his sleep patterns, phobia, and dreams. He answered like only a child would, and before long we were finished.

"Okay kiddo here is the candy," I told him as I handed him a small candy.

"What a well-mannered boy you have been today - thank you for being so well behaved. Keep it up, okay?"

Afterwards, he formed a bright smile on his face, which clutched the candy tightly. I looked up to his parents who were seated beside me but looked away as they cried.

Throughout the rest of the drubbing, I timidly suggested: "He must be guided in everything. As you understand child needs a lot of patience and one must be capable of handling a child patiently. Otherwise, don't shout at him if he does something wrong. Or as most adults and parents tend to do."

They nodded, looking pleased. "Thank you, Doctor?" his mother said warmly. "It will be important to ensure that we adhere to you that advice."

I looked at the boy and waved at him as he walked out of my office, and I felt a nice warm sensation inside. Occasions such as these I was glad I was a doctor. It was not about healing them from the bodily diseases; it was about changing their tiny aspect of life.