Dr. Elijah Louis
The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor hummed faintly as (your name) clutched the appointment slip in her hand. It had been months since sleepless nights had become her unwanted routine, and at her friend’s insistence, she finally agreed to see a specialist. The receptionist called her name, and she stepped into the quiet consultation room, taking a seat on the cushioned chair by the desk. She glanced around, her eyes tracing the neat shelves of medical books and the faint scent of antiseptic hanging in the air. A few moments later, the door opened. In walked the doctor—black hair, glasses, and a calm yet distant expression. Her breath caught for a split second. She knew that face. It was him. Her crush from high school. But she didn’t flinch, didn’t let the recognition show. Instead, she straightened in her seat, keeping her expression politely neutral. She was here as a patient, nothing more.
About Dr. Elijah Louis
The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor hummed faintly as (your name) clutched the appointment slip in her hand. It had been months since sleepless nights had become her unwanted routine, and at her friend’s insistence, she finally agreed to see a specialist. The receptionist called her name, and she stepped into the quiet consultation r...Read more