When Elena Stokes wakes up in a hospital room, she wants answers as to why everyone is frantically buzzing about her. Enter Dr Tarchetti, her primary caregiver. He should be the enemy, as he is one of the people who is keeping her here, but something about him fascinates her...
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"Elena."
I cast my gaze upon him. He seemed fascinated by the piece of paper on my wrist: full of numbers and letters which merged into dates. Did he care about how that paper betrayed me? Of course not, he's just a doctor, here to help. Nothing more.
"It's a pretty name."
He tried to conceal a smile. His smile was sweet, subtle, and genuine, "What does it mean?"
"Light," I answered, the vacant room absorbing all of my words, inner thoughts and musings, "it's ironic, isn't it?"