Patient Stories

Short story about an patient who is getting check up.

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"Doctor, Do you love your taetae"He asked me with his doe eyes looking at me "Yes I love my taetae"I replied with a smile "Then will you stay with me forever "He looked with hope and longing "I can't stay with you forever "I said with a neutral expression "Why?" "because I am your doctor!"I replied Taehyungff TaehyungxReader

She knows better than to trust him. She learned that lesson the first time - paid for it with years of quiet rebuilding, of becoming someone who doesn't let people in the same way twice. Then he walks back into her life. Same eyes. Different everything else. He arrives three minutes early to every meeting they share. He uses phrases like arm's length in legal documents, like the words don't mean exactly what both of them know they mean. He is deliberate, and careful, and so obviously trying. She is trying too. The Boy Who Used Me... and The Man Who Saved Me is a slow-burn contemporary romance that asks: what does it take to trust someone who already broke you once - and what does it cost when the answer turns out to be everything? Two people. Years of distance. One careful, irreversible fall.

Shiro and Pidge run into trouble during a battle with the Galra. They are taken aboard the Galra ship, and try their best to escape. However, that's going to prove a lot harder than they think. *PS* thank you so much for 3k reads! Omg I never expected that you guys would like my fan fiction so much, thank you. I miss Voltron a lot btw :( *

[a short story about letting go, complete at 8k words ] Wheelchair-bound and dream crushed, Esme Lance gives life one last chance, but at that, all she can do is sit back and watch Devon Zachary die.

With a fear of doctors, you've often pushed aside medical checkups. One day Katsuki decided that he's had enough of your whining about this fear. He takes you to an old friend of his: Shoto Todoroki. He's used to patients that are scared of him. Hopefully, you won't be scared of Shoto. And afterwards, maybe you won't be scared of doctors. Or at least, not as much.

This was a punishment. But a punishment for what? Too much control, too much harm done to your body, too much practicing, too much trying… and you’re never perfect. You have to work and work and work for hours, and you’re still not good. At least good enough. It’s never enough. You’re no one, unless you’re perfect. You’re just another dancer. And no dancer wants to be ‘just another dancer’. No dancer works for hours, just to be another dancer. They all want to be perfect. Being perfect for two hours, on stage, is their way of becoming infinite. This was what the punishment was for. Trying to reach perfection when you’re actually no one. But sometimes, the worst thing can bring you happiness. You can ease yourself in your punishment. Maybe, your punishment is not a punishment after all. It’s just a signal that you’re looking the wrong way to reach perfection. Maybe, all you have to do is let go. You can still do what you have passion for, and do it freely. Without such control. Maybe that’s how you become perfect. Maybe that’s how you seem perfect in others eyes. All you need is something, someone –which some people prefer to call it ‘punishment’- that is going to show you the way around; take you to perfection. Poppy Catherine York is a 24-years-old ballet dancer and all she wanted her whole life was to become a principal dancer. She worked very hard all her life, and ballet is her biggest passion. But two months to the auditions, an injury and a saviour changed her life. He showed her that she wasn't a pathetic person, that she was a fallen angel, and she could fly again -without falling this time.

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The story of a girl who learns to cope with the loss of a friend TW, contains mention of suicide, and suicidal thoughts.

This story is compilation of ucnian freedom board

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amanda richardson was the picture perfect high schooler. she had phenomenal grades, an amazing best friend, and a loving family. she was the student body president and was going to go harvard to study law. everything was in amanda's favor. the first day of senior year, however, was something that she couldn't have planned for. an eighteen wheeler had crashed into her. her memory wiped. her family and best friend, dead. her ability to walk was the same level as an one year old. and what made this even worse, amanda had fallen head over heels for her roommate, jack matthews.

Sanity is a performance. and I am the star. ​To the outside world, a seventeen-year-old is a tragedy in motion, a brilliant mind fracturing under the weight of severe mental illness. Teachers see me as a boy who needs to be saved. My psychologist sees a patient who needs stabilizing. ​But the diagnosis is a lie. ​Beneath the feigned panic attacks and the calculated manic episodes hides a cold, hollow truth: I am not losing my mind; I am hiding it. I am a psychopath in plain sight, mimicking human emotion to survive. ​When my performance spirals into violence, I'm exiled from society and thrown into the sterile isolation of a psychiatric ward. Locked away with the truly broken, the mask finally comes off. Now, from the confines of his locked room, I begin to document the truth, and the terrifying reality of what happens when the monster is the one taking the notes.

When everyone is busy dealing with their own lives there were these young hearts trying to help the others live through all the difficulties of their lives. Love... maybe not or maybe yes To know what it really is, keep reading.