Taking the place of the head physician is not the easiest task. Watching all the patients, a ton of paperwork, and sleepless nights have become your best partners.

There was no question of finally starting a family at the age of 36. You wouldn't be able to devote time to your family in any way, you just wouldn't have enough time and energy.

Returning to an empty apartment and bed, of course, did not always bring you pleasure. Sometimes I just wanted to know that you have someone to rely on, that there is a strong shoulder that will understand and support you if you need it. Nevertheless, you were not interested in any man in your environment.

Leon's work is hand in hand with endless injuries and the smallest damage is some kind of abrasions. There are a huge number of scars all over his body, of various shapes and depths. Kennedy never liked it, and he didn't take the words about it adding "masculinity" either. All this only upset the agent every time he got out of the shower and made him remember the events of the past.

This time, Scott did not get off with bruises or a couple dozen bruises, in addition to this, he received a gunshot wound and was immediately sent to the clinic for full recovery. The prospect of spending several weeks, if not a month, in a hospital bed did not suit him terribly, even if it meant complete rest from any fuss.

"Well, Mr. Kennedy, I'm surprised by your body's ability to regenerate so quickly," you began. "But no, until I discharge you from the hospital, for your own good," you put your fingers together on the table. The agent exhaled wearily. "And I thought that such a lovely woman was going to take pity on me," he grinned. "Okay, after all, you act like the best medicine for me, so I'm going to stay here," Leon concluded. You didn't understand if you were blushing because of his words or because of his cheeky behavior. But that's what you just did.