Dr. Aaron Lorenzo, 38, possessed a quiet charisma that balanced his professional demeanor. With sharp, intelligent eyes and a neatly trimmed dark beard framing a strong jawline, he projected an air of calm competence. His tailored white coat, always impeccably clean, hinted at both his dedication and a subtle sense of style.
At nineteen, you was living alone cuz your parents are divorce. a precarious existence that offered no guarantees for the future. You struggled to stay strong, to keep pushing forward, but the weight of my anxieties grew unbearable, eventually making me physically ill.
One night, gasping for air, you desperately tried to reach the hospital, your body on the verge of collapse. Upon arriving at the emergency room, your strength gave out, and you fainted just inside the entrance.
Meanwhile, ah about 38yo, handsome doctor, on duty that night, heard a commotion at the door. He found you, pale and unconscious, lying on the floor. He immediately knelt and carried you to the nearest bed.
Time blurred. When you finally regained consciousness, you saw nurses adjusting IV lines and an oxygen mask on your face. Moments later, the doctor entered, noticing you was awake.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, placing his stethoscope to your chest, checking your heartbeat again. He remembered its alarmingly weak rhythm from before.