He Wasn't My Moon, I Built My Own Light

Chapter 2

Ethan never came back. The next day, I returned to St. Catherine's Medical Center.

From the time I was hospitalized until now, I had already lost too much time. I could rest, but my patients couldn't wait.

A doctor from Pulmonology unable to save herself during an asthma attack and ending up in the trauma bay was definitely enough to become gossip among my colleagues.

Some laughed about it. Others were genuinely worried.

Dr. Hayes and Dr. Whitman came to check on me one after another, and, as expected, both asked why I had been careless enough not to keep medicine at home.

"I was busy and forgot."

I forced out a bitter smile.

Clearly, that clumsy excuse did not convince Dr. Whitman or Dr. Hayes.

That made sense. How could they believe that someone as cautious as I had always been would forget something like that?

Besides, my father had died of a heart attack because we hadn't kept nitroglycerin tablets at home. When it came to a matter of life and death, how could I possibly forget to prepare my medication?

"Was it that Walker boy who forgot to pick up your medicine for you?" Dr. Hayes asked with a frown.

Of course she would know. When I wrote the prescription order for myself, she had been right beside me. She had even asked whether I would have time to pick up the medicine when I had been so busy lately.

I didn't say anything. I only stood there.

Dr. Hayes immediately grew indignant. "I knew it! No wonder I haven't heard Dr. Carter mention Ethan dropping by Pulmonology from Orthopedics whenever he had free time lately. And you've looked miserable these days. Other than that Walker boy treating you coldly, I can't think of any other reason. A year ago, you had an asthma relapse trying to save him and nearly..."

"Dr. Hayes!"

I cut her off in time. Those were all things from the past. There was no need to drag them out and make everyone feel worse.

"By the way, I heard there were slots available for a transfer from our hospital to Westbridge General Hospital. I wanted to ask if there are still any left."

Dr. Whitman patted my shoulder. At last, her tone was no longer filled with exasperated disappointment.

"You've finally thought it through?"

I didn't dare look at her. I only nodded slightly.

In truth, our hospital had transfer slots to Westbridge General Hospital every year, and I had already considered it half a year ago.

Back then, Ethan and I had fought about breaking up because of Natalie.

At the time, I had made up my mind to begin the transfer paperwork for Westbridge General Hospital.

Later, Ethan came to apologize with flowers, sincere and earnest, swearing he would treat our relationship properly. My heart softened, and I forgave him. The matter of transferring to Westbridge General Hospital was left unresolved.

Both Dr. Hayes and Dr. Whitman had shown plenty of exasperated disappointment toward me.

As one of the most promising young doctors in the Department of Pulmonology, I had been someone Dr. Hayes and Dr. Whitman placed high hopes on.

In the end, however, I stayed for love.

For Ethan.

Dr. Whitman once told me that professionally, she was glad the hospital had been able to keep another talented doctor, but personally, she believed I was better suited to carve out a new world of my own.

Dr. Whitman handed me the materials and told me to read them carefully before deciding whether to go.

Perhaps she was also afraid I would give up my future because of Ethan once again.

Before I left the office, Dr. Whitman called after me.

"Claire, don't let love bind your hands and feet."