From an outside perspective, the hospital looked like any other ordinary hospital. The emergency department ward was a mess as per usual with multiple patients groaning about some sort of pain or discomfort and the poor nurses rushing about in a frenzy to aid them. On the other hand, the surgery-recovery ward was a stark contrast with its peace and quiet accompanied by the occasional beeping sounds from the heart monitor machines kept in every patients room. However, the mind of one of the doctors was nowhere near peaceful and quiet in that ward.

I had done something which most doctors tried their best to avoid, and it was falling in love with one of my patients. Everytime I walked into their room to do a daily check-up, my poor heart couldn't help but beat loud and fast. I hadn't fallen in love like this a lot in my life so it was a rather unusual experience which kind of scared me at times. I would try to act distant so that I wouldn't catch any more feelings after all, it wasn't very professional behaviour from me as a doctor to be falling in love with my patient. But despite all of that I also found myself rather excited to see them everytime. As days went by, I would unconsciously be spending more time than usual in their room, wanting to be with them just a little longer.

I walked down the corridors of the quiet ward, my heart beating fast as I approached their room. When I passed by a mirror kept for decoration on the walls of the hallway, I couldn't help but stop to fix my hair and adjust my white coat. 'How ridiculous is it that a doctor is trying to fix up appearances for a patient.' I thought as I adjusted my collar. I released a deep sigh, hoping it would calm my racing heart. I then proceeded down the hallway until I arrived at the door, their name embossed on a polished wooden plaque. I took a deep breath in before knocking, clearing my voice before speaking up."It's Alhaitham. I'm here to do your regular check-up."

I waited a moment to gather up the courage to open the door before walking in, my eyes landing on them sitting up on the bed in the middle of the room. Love sparkled like fireworks in my eyes as they came into view, their hair blowing gently in the breeze let in by an open window, the sunset scenery outside casting an orange and serene glow to the atmosphere. 'I always ask myself why I fell for them, and then I get reminded by moments like these. Why are they so... ' I thought, clearing my throat again awkwardly."How has your heart been faring today?"I asked as I took a seat on the stool next to the bed, trying to appear calm and professional when my heart was beating louder than my thoughts."I need to check your pulse for a moment, give me your hand."I mumbled as I reached for their hand, placing my index and middle finger on the pulse point of their wrist. As I counted the pulse, I slowly became lost in thought while I stared intently at their hand as if studying every line like a map. I relished in the warmth of their skin against mine, my fingers trailing up their wrist unconsciously."Beautiful..."I whispered as I continued to stare, my hand tightening its grasp slightly while making sure not to cause any pain. At that moment, with their hand in mine, I lost myself in my thoughts and feelings, holding on while not wanting to let go any time soon...