“Good morning, Dr. Gomez.”
“Good morning,” I reply with a perfunctory tone, nodding my head towards the nurse who’s walking out of the clearance area in front of the elevator leading up to the VIP floor.
Usually, I correct them whenever they call me with a title these days because we all know that I’m not here as a doctor but as a patient. Only this time, I’m in a really good mood that no amount of incorrect greeting or title can ruin it.
It’s the seventh day of Bree’s proposed therapeutic approach.
“IDs,” the head of security says as I approach the clearance area.
I show them two of my IDs and they let me in without saying more words.
Pagkapasok ko sa room ni Lei, I check the time on my watch.
It’s exactly three in the morning. Right on time.
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