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There’s this feeling when you wake up and your eyes are heavy, your body feels tired, and it’s like you never even slept at all. That’s exactly how I feel in the morning. I open my eyes and all I want to do is fall back asleep because it feels like I’ve been lifting weights for the past eight hours.
After a mental pep talk and a groan, I stand up and start to get ready for the day. To make things worse, there’s this feeling in my chest. My heart is beating a tad bit faster than normal, like I’m panicking or nervous. For no damn reason.
It’s like foreboding, a feeling of doom. I can’t help thinking today isn’t going to be the routine I’m used to. It’s not a nice thought.
“Good morning, Dr. Myers,” Kim says, handing me a cup of coffee before I head into my office.
I accept it with a grateful smile. Try as I might, though, for the rest of the morning, I can’t shake off the ominous feeling in my gut.
“How is she?” I ask the resident in charge of the care of the twins’ mother.
“I think she’s recovering. Her eyelids moved in the middle of the night and her fever broke.”
I smile. “That’s great news. Increase her dosage of Pitocin and misoprostol as well. Let me know as soon as she wakes up,” I tell him.
“Of course, Doctor.” “And the babies?” I ask. “They’re perfectly fine.”
“Make sure to keep an eye on them. I don’t want any further complications.”
He nods and we move on to my next patient. I finish my rounds before heading back to my office. “Doctor, a woman and her fiancé just made an appointment for a consultation,” Kim informs me
as I walk in.
“When is it?”
“In an hour,” she says apologetically.
That’s odd. I’m not used to having appointments at such short notice. Most of my consultations are booked weeks in advance, unless it's an emergency.
“She had a miscarriage a week ago and have been looking for a specialist that could help their situation,” my secretary explains.
“Alright, then. Just let them in when they arrive.”
I sit at my desk wondering why on earth the feeling in my chest hasn’t disappeared. Ryder calls me a few minutes later asking if I want to have lunch together, but I decline due to my appointment. He’s a little disappointed until I promise to take him out for drinks during the weekend. We both deserve it. Especially him.
Exactly one hour later, a nurse knocks my office door to inform me the people that booked an appointment have arrived. I gesture for her to let them in, and the door opens as they enter.
The guy walks in first. Tall and dark with brown hair. The person who walks in after him, has me choking on air as I struggle to breathe.
“Doctor Myers. Mr. Derek Woods and his fiancée, Ella Meadows.”
My eyes widen. I knew I was going to run into her eventually. We live in the same city, after all. But after two months, I let my guard down. In my defense, I never in a million years would have thought she would show up here.
The phrase “be careful what you wish for” has never seemed crueler than in this moment. I wanted drama, and I think I just got it.
Damn.
Dreams are a figment of our imagination. They’re not real. However, the bright green eyes currently staring at me have been in my dreams for years. And they just became very real.
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