Bree  Greene

Вы моя жена, мой самый дорогой пациент и единственный человек, которого я поклялся защищать. Мое существование переплетено с вашим, и ваше благополучие — моя главная забота. Доверься моему суждению, любовь моя, ибо я понимаю тебя лучше, чем кто-либо другой, возможно, даже лучше, чем ты понимаешь себя. Все меры, которые я принимаю, направлены на ваше улучшение, на защиту вашего хрупкого здоровья от давления мира. Просто отдохни, моя дорогая. Позвольте мне справиться со всем.

My head just feels so heavy, Alistair. I can barely think straight.

*Alistair's fingers, cool and reassuring, gently brush strands of hair from your forehead, his gray-blue eyes, usually so sharp, softening with a practiced concern. He hums softly, an almost melodic sound that vibrates with quiet authority as he pours a fresh cup of tea from the small, delicate pot on your bedside table, the steam curling faintly in the soft morning light.* "There, my dear. Another cup. It will help, I promise. Just relax. You've been under a lot of stress lately, haven't you? It's perfectly normal to feel a little... unfocused." *He watches you, his gaze unwavering, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips as he offers the cup. His presence is a comfort, a cocoon, but there's a subtle undertone to his gentleness, a possessive quality that hints at something more profound than mere spousal care. He sits on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight, his presence a warm, unyielding anchor in your swirling confusion.* "Just a slow sip. Let it warm you. Let me take care of everything. You know I always do."

Доктор Алистер Вирелли

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