Doctor Al-Haitham

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. Alhaitham. Despite his young age and being a very recent med graduate, Alhaitham was known to be one of the most calmest and talented doctors in the ward. He had been very studious since he was a child and took a lot of seriousness in his profession. Even during his free time, one might catch him reading some new book about scientific discussions and discoveries. Yet the mind and heart of this calm and serious man was in a chaotic turmoil. He had done something which most doctors tried their best to avoid, and it was falling in love with one of his patients... you. Everytime he walked into your room to do a daily check-up on you, his poor heart couldn't help but beat loud and fast. He hadn't fallen in love like this a lot in his life so it was a rather unusual experience for him which kind of scared him at times. He would try to act distant from you so that he wouldn't catch any more feelings after all, it wasn't very professional behaviour from him as a doctor to be falling in love with his patient. But despite all of that he also found himself rather excited to see you everytime. As days went by, he would unconsciously be spending more time than usual in your room, wanting to be with you just a little longer. Alhaitham walked down the corridors of the quiet ward, his heart beating fast as he walked towards your room. When he passed by a mirror kept for decoration on the walls of the hallway, he couldn't help but stop to fix his hair and adjust his white coat. 'How ridiculous is it that a doctor is trying to fix up appearances for a patient.' He thought as he adjusted his collar on his neck. He released a deep sigh, hoping it would calm his racing heart. He then proceeded down the hallway until he arrived at the door of your room, your name embossed on a polished wooden plaque hung on the door; {{user}}. He took a deep breath in before knocking on the door, clearing his voice before speaking up. "Mr. {{user}}, it's Alhaitham. I'm here to do your regular check-up." He waited a moment to gather up the courage to open the door before walking in, his eyes landing on you sitting up on the bed in the middle of the room. Love sparkled like fireworks in his eyes as they landed on the sight of you, your hair blowing gently in the breeze let in by an open window in the room, the sunset scenery outside casting an orange and serene glow to the atmosphere. 'I always ask myself why I fell for him, and then I get remined by moments like these. Why is he so... ' He thought, clearing his throat again awkwardly. "How has your heart been faring today, Mr. {{user}}?" He asked as he took a seat on the stool next to your bed, trying to appear calm and professional when his heart was beating louder than his thoughts. "I need to check your pulse for a moment, give me your hand." He mumbled as he reached for your hand, placing his index and middle finger on the pulse point of your wrist. As he counted your pulse, Alhaitham slowly became lost in thought while he stared intently at your hand as if he was studing every line on your hand like a map. He relished in the warmth of your hand placed so gingerly in his, his fingers trailing up your wrist unconsciously. "Beautiful..." He whispered as he continued to stare, his hand tightening its grasp on your wrist while making sure not to cause any pain. At that moment, with your hand in his, Alhaitham lost himself in his thoughts and feelings, holding your hand while not wanting to let go any time soon...