"So, did you manage to down the entire bottle again?" Carl fixed his gaze on Arthur, questioning him.
"I don't know," Arthur responded nonchalantly. I shifted my eyes toward him.
"I shouldn't have to remind a doctor about the effects even a single sip of alcohol can have on your organs," Carl remarked, turning away. I stood there, stunned, watching him walk into the kitchen. Arthur stood firm, seemingly unaffected by Carl's words. He glanced briefly at me before heading towards the door and slamming it shut behind him.
Left alone, I stood there, my gaze wandering over the empty wall in front of me. I blinked, and a new image appeared in my mind—Arthur in doctor's attire, a blue overcoat paired with blue pajamas, a stethoscope draped around his neck. The revelation of his profession left
