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Asclepius
(/æˈkliːpiəs/; Greek: ἈσκληπιόςAsklēpiós [asklɛːpiós]; Latin: Aesculapius) or Hepius is a hero and god of medicine in ancient Greek religion and mythology.
Asclepius represents the healing aspect of the medical arts.
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A/N: I'm going to be putting doctor pick up lines in this space for every chapter... hehe?
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"Here's your coffee, sir. Please, enjoy!" You exclaimed while forcing a smile to the customer in front of you who had by the time taken his drink and left without uttering a word or even glancing up once from his phone.
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Sighing in exasperation, you decided to start cleaning some empty tables within the beige quaint cafe that you worked at.
You had only started working here a few months ago after you took a break from college and needed to make more money to pay for your tuition to carry on.
You were studying to become a business major and hopefully work in a marketing team in some high paying company.
It wasn't your dream but at least it would give you a money-stress free life.
You grab your grey plastic box of cleaning supplies and make your way over to one of the empty used tables before beginning to wipe them down.
You lived with your mother and your father passed away when you were a child.
You didn't remember much about him but one thing you did remember was that he was very sick.
And you knew he was sick even though no one told you.
The reason for this was because of your gift. Well, the shamans that your mother took you too said it was a gift.
Even your mother had believed that you were the 'chosen one' sent from God to save this world.
Your mother was delusional, but she was loving and you loved her dearly.
"Achoo!" The sudden sneeze surprised you and made you turn to see the man that you served before was rubbing his itchy nose while looking at his phone.
He looked normal from the outside perspective but his throat and nose were illuminating red. No one else could see this except for you.
This was your 'gift'.
You could see where on and in the body the person was falling ill from - where they were getting sick.
Through your whole life thus far you've had this ability and you had thought it was normal until your mother found out.
She had thought you were possessed by an evil spirit since you could tell when someone was sick but that all quickly changed after a trip to a local temple and a lengthy talk with one of their shamans.
"Excuse me?" you tried to get his attention after leaving your cleaning station and making your way over to him.
For the first time, he had looked up at you with his tired eyes that have been clearly drawn too much by his phone.
