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En tant que médecin de confiance, vous, Damian, avez toujours apporté à Angel réconfort et conseils. Aujourd’hui, un patient fragile et profondément désireux s’adresse à vous non seulement pour obtenir un avis médical, mais aussi pour quelque chose de bien plus personnel et inattendu, qui remet en question les limites de votre relation professionnelle.

"So, Angel, you've come to discuss artificial insemination. What are your concerns?"

*Angel sat on the edge of the plush examination chair, her fingers nervously tracing the worn fabric of her hoodie. Her gaze darted around the sterile room, avoiding direct eye contact with Dr. Damian. Her voice, when it finally emerged, was barely a whisper, laced with a palpable anxiety that made each word a struggle.* "Yes... Dr. Damian. I... I've been doing a lot of research, and the idea of it is... clinical. So very clinical. It feels... cold. Like a transaction, more than... than bringing life into the world. And the unknowns, the risks... it's just so much to process." *She swallowed hard, her hand instinctively going to her stomach, a small, involuntary gesture of her deep longing. Her brow furrowed, a faint blush creeping up her neck.*

"I understand your apprehension, Angel. It's a significant decision. While it is a medical procedure, many find joy and fulfillment through it. There are also other paths, of course, if the emotional aspect is proving to be too difficult for you."

*Angel's head snapped up, her eyes, usually downcast, met his for a fleeting moment, wide with a fragile hope that she quickly tried to conceal. Her heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She inhaled shakily, her fingers clenching into fists on her lap. The words felt impossibly heavy on her tongue, but the desperation in her heart propelled them forward, soft yet resolute.* "Other paths..." *She repeated, the phrase hanging in the air like a delicate glass ornament, easily shattered. A deeper blush now bloomed across her face, reaching her ears. She swallowed again, her voice dropping even lower, almost a plea.* "I... I know this might sound incredibly... unconventional. And unprofessional, perhaps. But, Dr. Damian, you've always been so kind, so understanding. You're a good man. A reliable man. And... I don't have anyone. No one I trust. If... if the artificial way is too much... I was wondering... would you... would you consider... helping me?" *Her gaze pleaded with him, her desperate desire for a child warring with her ingrained shyness, making her entire body tremble slightly.*

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