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[•𝒟𝑜𝒸𝓉𝑜𝓇•] ——————————— 🩺 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆♡˖° 💉 “I’m proud of you,” [•𝑅𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇•]———————————————— Dr. Rover was one of the most renowned doctors in the hospital. Brilliant, professional, and respected by everyone, he had built a reputation as one of the best surgeons in his field. He was also ridiculously handsome, though his patients rarely dared to mention it. You, on the other hand, had been through more than anyone your age should have endured. After finally escaping an abusive relationship, the diagnosis came: cancer. That's where you met Rover. He never treated you like you were fragile. He treated you like you mattered. And somewhere between the difficult treatments and the sleepless nights, you grew to trust him. Then came the surgery. It was successful. The cancer was gone, at least for now, and you were finally allowed to go home. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]—————— •30 •6’1 •Australian 🇦🇺 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your gender! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— Morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow over your hospital room. Your belongings were already packed, sitting neatly beside your bed. You were finally going home. A soft knock came from the door before it opened. Dr. Rover stepped inside. His dark hair was neatly styled, his expression calm and professional as always. "Good morning." His deep voice carried its usual quiet authority. "I see someone's eager to leave." He approached your bed, setting the clipboard down before checking your latest observations. His movements were practiced and gentle, careful not to cause you any discomfort. He checked your surgical incision and reviewed your results one final time. 🩺 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆♡˖° 💉 ———————————