I stared wide-eyed in disbelief. Which shameless bastard would do something like this?
It had to be Captian, of course it was him.
While I was sleeping last night, he must have carried me back to my room… and then bit his way across my whole body, deliberately leaving those pink marks everywhere. Taking advantage of a helpless girl absolutely shameless.
Fuming, my cheeks puffed up like an angry pufferfish. After I finished showering, I wrapped myself tightly from head to toe. Just thinking about those blush-colored marks made my whole body heat with embarrassment. How could he do that?!
I threw myself onto the bed, refusing to get up no matter what. Only when my stomach growled painfully did I drag myself downstairs in search of food. Captian was nowhere in the villa clearly he'd already gone out.
More than ten days passed. I still didn't see even a ghostly shadow of Captian.
Not a single text.
No reminders about bringing him dinner.
It was like he had vanished from the world.
Two weeks went by without him appearing. But during these two weeks, I somehow became even more well-known. More and more people heard rumors that a certain hospital had a particularly skilled young doctor, and the number of patients coming in skyrocketed. Every day I was busier than a spinning top.
One afternoon, wearing my white coat in my office, I was just about to relax for a moment with my phone when a familiar middle-aged couple walked in the couple with infertility issues.
I quickly put my phone down and smiled. "Here for your follow-up?"
They both smiled brightly. Their complexions were noticeably better than last time full of color and hope. The man sat down, visibly excited.
"Dr. Bailey, ever since your treatment, I feel like my health has really improved. Please check me see if I've really recovered?"
His wife chimed in with a gentle smile. "My hands and feet used to be freezing cold, but after taking your prescription, my body feels warm again. The coldness is gone."
Their trust in me had grown deeply almost like how characters in novels speak of miracle doctors.
I reached out to check the man's pulse, and soon the smile in my eyes deepened.
"Congratulations. Your body is recovering very well. That improvement you're feeling is real, your condition is responding to treatment. I'll prescribe a few stabilizing medications, and that should resolve it completely."
"Really?" He looked astonished, eyes full of joy.
"Of course. I'm a doctor, not a liar." I wrote the prescription before checking the wife's pulse. "You don't need to continue medication. Just keep yourself warm, or the symptoms may come back."
"I understand. Thank you, doctor." She held her husband's hand, eyes red with emotion.
He held her hand tightly, voice trembling. "Did you hear that? The doctor said I can recover. We'll have our own children. They'll be chubby and adorable."
Imagining the little angel they might soon welcome, he burst into tears, this man in his thirties crying like a child.
"Dr. Bailey, thank you… thank you so much!" he choked.
Ten years of silent suffering, ten years of others questioning him, ten years of barely holding himself together. If not for his wife constantly comforting and supporting him, he might have broken long ago. Now, finally, a ray of light after a decade of darkness.
"Don't thank me yet. Wait until the baby is born." I waved my hands frantically, their gratitude felt too heavy.
They wiped their tears, and the man took out a business card. "Dr. Bailey, once we have our child, we'll definitely thank you properly. This is my card, if you ever need help, just contact me."
I accepted it politely.
The name: Mopius.
A soldier.
My hand shook slightly. No wonder he seemed so upright and stoic. For someone like him to break down in tears… he must have suffered terribly.
"Thank you, sir." I tucked the card carefully into my pocket.
"When should we come again for follow-up?" Mopius asked seriously.
"Every two weeks," I replied.
He nodded, and the couple left hand-in-hand. Watching their backs, I found myself moved. This was the gentle loyalty and steadfast love people always talked about. Ten years of pain, yet they endured together beautiful, really.
I couldn't help smiling. Being able to help a soldier's family like that felt meaningful.
Time passed quietly another half month without realizing. Captian still didn't return to the villa. Not even a single message. As if he'd evaporated.
I sat at the dining table with my phone, hesitant. Should I send a text? Ask if he was alive?
Not coming home for a month wasn't normal. I typed a few words, then hesitated, biting my lip, before deleting them all.
Forget it. Better not ask.
Captian not returning was actually heaven-sent for me.
Since there were no classes today, I finished my breakfast sandwich and asked Ronan to drive me to the hospital. Sitting in the car, I couldn't hold back wanting to ask about Captian… but Ronan genuinely seemed clueless. He said nothing. I sighed and didn't ask further.
It was the weekend, the hospital was crowded, lines long. I squeezed my way through to my office.
But today… outside my office… an unusually large group of people gathered. Twice as many as usual. They huddled around something, faces tense.
The moment they saw me, their eyes lit up shocked, delighted.
I froze.
What on earth was happening?
"Rosy! Finally!" Hezze rushed over excitedly. "That middle-aged couple you treated before they came early this morning, and they brought a plaque to thank you!"
I blinked.
A plaque?
The infertile couple?
"What plaque?"