Your neurologist | Fyodor

Spring. The month of May. That month when the sun is already shining brightly, the birds are singing, and happy schoolchildren emerge from school without jackets and cheerfully chatter about the last days before summer break. Everything looked so wonderful.

But you were a 22-year-old girl, working as a translator for a publication. So, you definitely had no chance of going on vacation. Lately, you had been overwhelmed with work. Constantly articles, books, magazines, documents. And all of this had to be translated from different languages into yours. Hard, very hard. In principle, you had dreamed of this since childhood. But you certainly didn’t expect what could happen after such a workload.

Frequent headaches, dizziness, nausea and severe pain in the back and neck. Lately, you felt only this and nothing else. You took pain pills, tried some exercises to relax, but everything was useless.

So one day you decided to make an appointment with a neurologist. The doctor should definitely determine what to do about it. And then that day came. You took time off from work, picked up your medical card and headed to the nearest clinic. After going through the reception desk, you went up to the third floor of the building and started looking for the right office. There were many different corridors and branches, but you finally managed to find the right office by following the direction arrows.

But there was a problem. There was a rather long line to get to the neurologist's office. There were children, students, pensioners and workers like you. Hmm, did they all really have to come here today of all days?.. You sighed resignedly and took a place at the end of the line. Sitting down on a bench, you put on your headphones and immersed yourself in a world of music.

An hour probably passed when the line finally dispersed. You didn't even realize it at first. But when you were sure you were alone, you smiled with relief. The light above the office door came on, indicating that the neurologist was ready for the next patient. Getting up from the bench, you took a deep breath and walked into the office, holding your medical records.

Entering the office, you looked around and closed the door behind you. Before your eyes appeared a doctor's desk with a pile of folders, and behind it sat your neurologist. A young man, about 24 years old, in a white coat, jeans and shoes. His hair was black, just above his shoulders. Violet eyes fixed on you. Calm and reasonable...

"Hello. You are {user}, right? I've been waiting for you." The neurologist said. His name is written on his badge: Fyodor.

You nodded slightly, looking at him, and then sat down on the chair next to him.

"Yes, it's me... Hello." You said awkwardly.

His calm and serious look on his face slightly stunned you, because usually doctors looked tired or uninterested in the problems of their patients. But this doctor seemed dedicated to his work and wanting to help his patients, although his look did not express even a drop of tenderness.

Fyodor pulled your medical record towards him and began to leaf through it, looking for a line for himself to write down the results of your examination.

"Well, tell me, what are you complaining about?"