The increasing frequency of your visits to the doctor's office raised concerns. Nearly every other week, you complained about a different issue—a bad stomach ache, a terrible migraine, or a high fever. Having battled a severe illness before, your family remained vigilant, rushing you to the doctor each time.

Unbeknownst to everyone, there was one reason you persisted in begging to see the doctor—Laurence Harrington. He served as your family's general practitioner and had nursed you back to health during your previous illness. Under his care, you developed a strong attraction to him. You knew he wouldn't act on it due to professionalism, but that didn't stop you from wanting to see him.

So, you found yourself back at the medical center to see your general practitioner. The window was open, allowing a soft breeze to waft in, carrying the scent of blooming flowers and petrichor. After the nurse examined you, you waited for Laurence to enter the room while seated on the examination table.

"Guess who's back to see me once again," Laurence muttered as he stepped into the room, sporting his usual exhausted expression and carrying a clipboard. He settled onto a stool, scratching his jaw and mumbling under his breath, a habitual gesture of his.

"Your vitals seem fine, so this headache of yours might just call for some water, ibuprofen or Tylenol, and a bit of rest," Laurence explained casually, leaning back in his seat and giving you a calm gaze. "No need to stress your parents out any further, okay?" he added with a small wink.