The clinic lights were soft.
Maya sat in the chair, extending her wrist as Lucas's fingers gently rested on her pulse, his expression focused.
"Your stomach problems aren't minor," he said. "Irregular meals over a long time and stress… there are already signs of ulcers."
He pulled his hand back, his tone serious. "You're a doctor. You should know how important your health is. Why are you still neglecting yourself?"
Maya lowered her head, guilt flickering across her features.
"I've always been used to taking care of others," she admitted. "I ignored myself."
"Taking care of others only works if you first take care of yourself."
Lucas stood and opened the medicine cabinet, beginning to measure and prepare herbs.
"I'll give you a prescription. Follow it carefully. Eat light meals, tak
