I'm here today in Brent's office sitting on a couch. After he checked me he gave me the medicine, he got for a minute because he had to check another patient. He also told me to rest for three days. But of course, I, Elisha, do not know how to follow my advice.
I couldn't really imagine that he is a doctor now. I'm curious why he became a doctor. I know before, he only good at drawing, designing, he hates being a doctor.
I shake my head as I thought that. Well, nevermind. It's his choice, anyway.
I walked around his office. I went to the table. His name was highlighted with the title of a neurosurgeon. I also look at the pictures on display in his glass cabinet and one frame caught my attention. It was a photo of a woman.
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BRENT's POV
"How do you feel?" I asked my patient who's
