Daylan's POV
The fluorescent lights of the hospital hallway seemed harsher than usual as I made my way to my examination room. I felt the weight of last night’s conversation with Brie pressing down on me. The confrontation with Tabitha, my own guilt, and the uncertainty about my future with Brie, all of it swirled around my mind, making it hard to focus.
I pushed open the door to my examination room and forced a smile as I greeted my first patient of the day, a young mother with her two children. The older child, a boy of about five, sat on the examination bed, swinging his legs nervously. The baby, who couldn’t have been more than six months old, was in his mother’s arms, wailing uncontrollably.
"Good morning," I said, trying to keep my tone cheerful. "I’m Dr. Hart. How can I help you
