Love At First Sight

Its So Hard To Reach You

Douglas immediately went home to his condo unit because he wanted to be alone. He was thinking about whether he had to follow Catherine to their hometown. He took a moment to gather his thoughts. From his pocket, he took out a small piece of paper on which he had hastily scribbled Catherine’s phone number and address.

However, just as he was about to dial, a notification caught his eye: a missed call from Catherine. His heart raced as he checked the call history, noting the date and time—the very moment he had been at the bar with Paul. Memories of that night flooded back, but he remembered only Paul making calls. He had left his phone on the table when he went to the restroom, and the only other person present had been Dianna. A nagging suspicion tugged at his mind—was it possible that he had inadvertently answered Catherine’s call during his brief absence?

He felt a growing sense of confusion. Why hadn’t Dianna mentioned anything about the call?

Determined to resolve the situation and ensure that lines of communication were open, Douglas saved her number and tried to call Catherine, but she did not answer her phone. Douglas was frustrated yet motivated. He realized that the best course of action would be to visit her in person, to dispel any misunderstandings and gain a clearer understanding of the complexities surrounding them.

Meanwhile, Catherine sat alone on a swing in their backyard. The gentle sway of the swing mirrored her turbulent emotions as she mulled over her recent encounters. It was then that Mark arrived, carrying a cheerful bouquet of fresh, fragrant flowers and a basket of fruits. “Hi!” he greeted, a warm smile spreading across his face. He handed her the flowers, their vibrant colors contrasting with her somber mood.

Catherine blushed, momentarily taken aback. It was the first time anyone had given her flowers, and she felt an unfamiliar fluttering in her chest. Yet, she couldn’t quite place the excitement; perhaps it was overshadowed by her current turmoil. “Thank you, Mark,” she replied softly, ushering him inside, though her mind was elsewhere, tangled with thoughts of Douglas.

Just as Douglas was gearing up to embark on his visit to Catherine, his phone buzzed insistently, catching him off guard. “Hello, Paul,” he answered. The urgency in Paul’s voice cut through his thoughts: “Douglas, I need you at the hospital right away. You’re the best cardiologist I know, and Dianna’s mother needs immediate surgery due to her heart condition!” The gravity of the situation hit him like a punch to the gut, forcing him to reconsider his plans. There would be no time to visit Catherine today; duty called.

Arriving at the hospital, Douglas spotted Dianna outside the operating room. Tears streamed down her face, her eyes betraying a mix of hope and fear. He was masked and garbed in surgical scrubs, a figure of professionalism that she seemed to scarcely recognize in her distress. He felt a moment of hesitation but knew he couldn’t linger. Without uttering a word, he walked briskly past her and into the operating room where a team of medical professionals awaited him.

“Doctor,” one of the nurses greeted him, urgency lacing her voice, “Everything is ready; we are just waiting for you.”

“Alright, let’s begin the operation,” Douglas replied, settling into the rhythm of the task at hand. The hours felt like minutes as he meticulously worked, focused on saving a life. As the procedure progressed, he could feel the weight of responsibility resting heavily on him, but familiarity with the process kept him grounded.

Outside the operating room, Dianna remained anxiously awaiting news of her mother’s fate. Time dragged on, each minute stretching painfully. Finally, the door swung open, and a wave of anticipation washed over her. Douglas emerged, still fully in his scrubs but with an expression that was hard to decipher.

“Doctor, how is my mother? Is she alright?” Dianna rushed toward him, desperation evident in her voice.

Douglas drew off his mask, revealing a calm yet relieved demeanor. “Do not worry,” he replied with a reassuring tone. “Your mom’s operation was successful; she is safe.” The relief that flooded Dianna’s features was palpable, and in her overwhelming gratitude, she threw her arms around him, embracing him tightly.

“Thank you, thank you so much, Doctor!” she exclaimed, tears of relief mingling with the earlier distress.

“Let’s just be grateful her body was strong enough to handle the surgery at her age,” Douglas said softly, placing a hand on her shoulder in a comforting gesture. “I need to step away for a moment, some patients are waiting for me. See you later ;

“Okay, Doctor. Thank you again,” Dianna replied, her eyes shimmering with gratitude as she watched him turn to leave, her heart filled with a swirling mix of emotions—relief, gratitude, and a tinge of something unspoken.

Dianna immediately went to the waiting area where her daddy was waiting. She saw him and noticed the sadness and worry evident on his face. Dianna approached him. Dad, don't worry too much; Mom is doing well; her operation was successful. Thanks, that's great. I can now breathe loosely, his father said.

Dianna was more impressed with Douglas. She wants to invite him to dinner once his mother has fully recovered, as she is still in the hospital. She would like to express her gratitude to him for saving her mother. After surgery, his mother was moved to his room. Dianna and her dad went to care for her. Hi mom, how are you? I'm fine Dianna. I feel better now, her mom replied to them. I'm glad to hear that. Don't worry, we can go home after a few days. You have to stay here for further treatment. Mr Arnold said. Later on, doctor Paul entered the room. How do you feel now, ma'am? Paul asked her. I'll alright doctor I feel berter. Anyway I wanna thank you for everything and also with the hospital staffs for assisting m