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No. No. No.

It feels like the past all over again.

I try my best to fight it, but just taking the phone out of my purse already has me falling to my knees.

"H-Hello?"

"Good afternoon. Is this Ms. Leah Raptis?"

Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.

I whisper 'yes' and wait for the figurative axe to fall as the pounding in my head worsens, and my vision starts getting blurry.

This is it, then.

This is it.

This is...the phone company I'm hearing on the other end, asking me where I'd like to pick up my new iPhone.

Err...what?

The call lasts for a few moments, but my heart still won't stop thumping against my chest.

"Temptation?"

Dr. Somebody steps into view, and all I can do is stare at him since I'm already in shock.

He tries pulling me up, but my whole body just feels too heavy, and he ends up crouching down on one knee instead.

"Are you alright?"

I start to say 'yes' out of habit...when I suddenly realize I have no reason to lie. Why bother pretending to be strong when Dr. Somebody is just a stranger?

And so I hear myself ask, "Since I'm on my knees in public for no apparent reason, do you think I'm okay?"

A moment passes before his lips crack out a smile.

"Am I still talking to Temptation?"

Oh.

Shit.

That somehow startles a laugh out of me, and before I know it, I'm back in his ambulance, and the words just come rushing out. I tell him about having someone sick in the family, and and how I've gotten so used to worrying about her that the smallest things have been freaking me out.

I wait for him to tell me I'm stupid.

Or at least tell me what else I should do to get better.

But all he does instead is nod. "That's normal."

"You're kidding, right?"

"The world would be a better place if there were more people like you. I've seen too many patients die without anyone beside them. It would've made all the difference to them if they had someone like you by their side."

"But what about the headaches?" I ask shakily.

"They're only there because you're trying to do the impossible," Dr. Somebody points out calmly, "which is fixing what doesn't need fixing."

His words are strikingly familiar, and I suddenly remember how Karen once told me the same thing.

You need the right mindset to start with. You have NOTHING to fix.

I had agreed with her that time, but I realize now I was only telling her the things I knew she wanted to hear.

But in truth, I hadn't believed her at all, and all this time I was secretly convinced that something was wrong with me.

Dr. Somebody suddenly cups my face with his hands, and his next words nearly break me.

"Learn to live with your worries, Temptation. Embrace your fears. Live with it, and move on."

I'm crying before he's even finished speaking, and it's all because I know what he's saying is true.

Oh God.

Now that he's spelled everything out so clearly, I almost feel like laughing at how silly I've been acting all this time, thinking that I had to stop worrying about Io.

Why did I even think that was possible, since not worrying about my sister would also mean I've also stopped caring for her?

I look up at Dr. Somebody, and there's only one thing I can think of saying.

"I'm glad you're a doctor."

"And I'm glad you were an idiot—-"

I choke back a laugh.

"—-because I've come to realize it's your idiotic desire to stop worrying that made you sign up with SFI."

His ability to effortlessly switch from gentleman to jerk makes me laugh like always, and I no longer feel like dying when I find myself waving goodbye to him for the second time around.

I feel like an entire planet's worth of problems has been lifted off my shoulders, and that's why...

Your request for face-to-face consultation has been submitted.

Please stand by for confirmation from your doctor.

Only a few seconds have passed before my phone starts vibrating, and the first notification I see is from SFI's app.

Your doctor has approved your request.

Sixteen

I'm finally down with my last class for the day, but since our professor has already let us know in advance he'll be a couple of minutes late...

Just a little peek, I promise myself.

I only want to check if Dr. Somebody has texted me through the app, and only because I'm curious, not obsessed.

Honest.

But when I see that I do have one unopened message waiting from him, and I feel my heart skip a beat—-

Oh, shit.

I think I'm okay with being obsessed. It's shameful to be so, but I'd still rather be that than...in love.

Which I'm not.

Or so I try to convince myself while finally clicking on his message.

Him: Hello, Temptation. I'd just like to confirm something about our upcoming consultation.

Me: Of course, Doctor.

Him: Will this be about your pre-existing condition?


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