His face was unreadable as he glanced through the signed forms. Dr. Romero and the nurse left quietly, and suddenly, I was alone with this dangerously attractive man in this giant room.
He inspected everything— the papers, my vitals, my face, my hands— everything. I clutched the blanket when he looked at me again.
Luke Hudson
Okay, Mr. Tristan
His voice shattered the silence. I looked up.
He pulled up a chair and sat beside me.
Luke Hudson
I'll be requesting therapy for you — psychological therapy
He said, staring directly into my eyes
Wait... therapy?
Did I hit my head?
or something?
Tristan Ailen Park
H-huh? Therapy?
Luke Hudson
Yes. For your mental health.
I blinked. Is there something wrong with my brain?
Luke Hudson
Didn't worry, it’s for your own good
He added calmly and lightly touched my hand
Luke Hudson
The heaviness you feel, the dizziness, your symptoms— they're all reactions from your brain and body..
...Okay, that kinda made sense.
Tristan Ailen Park
When we will be starting that therapy then?
Luke Hudson
When are you free?
...HUH!?
BRUH! WAT DA HELL, WHY IS IT FEEL LIKE HE'S ASKING ME ON A DATE!??
Tristan Ailen Park
What?
Luke Hudson
I mean— your mother called and said you have a tight schedule. She asked me to settle with you regarding your day off or free time
My eyes widened
WAIT— WHO!?
Mommy or Auntie...!?
He took his phone out his phone and showed me a Vibed conversation with Mom. Whew. Thank goodness it wasn’t Auntie.
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