Chapter 1

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I could not be even more happy that I am finally going home. I have been working for 36 hours, working at the hospital is not easy but it was worth it knowing that I get to save lives for a living. It has been my dream for as long as I can remember to be able to save people who needs medical needs. I worked hard and pursue my dream, although I always felt like such an outcast while I was school and barely any of my classmates ever took me seriously because I was always the youngest, I did not truly care I was there to learn and I did.

I finished my doctorate at a very young age and I became a certified and a great surgeon at around the age of 21. It seems unbelievable but it is true. I believe that when you focus and set your mind to something and be committed you will achieve anything and everything your heart and mind desires. I love making sure that my patients are well and healthy but I do love my bed even more.

When I started working at the hospital it was tough at first considering I am the youngest surgeon they have ever had, I could tell that they doubted my abilities but I proved them otherwise. I am now a very respected surgeon at St. Johns Hospital, it is a teaching hospital as well and I have about 4 students who have been trying to learn as much as they can from me. I,
being so passionate and dedicated to helping other people, I try my best to teach them as much as I can.

As I reach the apartment, I could already feel the softness of my pillow and the warmth of my covers. When I walked in it was bright and all the windows are open but there is no one home. See no matter how much I love coming home, I also hate it because I barely ever get to see him due to the conflict of our work schedules. I hated it and I know he hate it as well but knowing how he always try to make me happy and understanding he will barely let me know how much he hate it..unless he is really really annoyed already. Lately we barely get to spend time with each other and I miss the old times. I miss sleeping next to him at night and waking up with his cuddles. God I love that man. I can not wait to see him when he gets home later, I have a few days off so maybe we can spend a little time together...and hopefully no distraction like work always demanding our presence even if we are suppose to be off.

Once I finished showering, I put on some comfortable clothes I lie on the bed and letting the sleep consume me. My last thought before I completely drifted off is "Just a couple hours and He will be home".

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