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Chapter 25 - CHAPTER 25 – LINGERING SPARKS

Zake stepped out of his car, taking a deep breath of the familiar air of their hometown.

It had been a few days since he returned from the city after visiting Melody,

and he felt a sense of responsibility to check in Melody's parents.

As he approached the door of Melody's childhood home, the memories of their shared past drifted through his mind.

He knock gently on the door and waited for a moment until Melody's mother opened it greeting him a welcoming smile.

"Zake, it's so good to see you! Come in," she said warmly, ushering him inside.

Zake nodded and stepped into the cozy house.

After some small talk, Melody's father joined them in the living room, sitting across from Zake.

"How's Melody doing? Is she adjusting well to her new job in the city?"

her father asked with his voice filled with fatherly concern.

Zake smiled reassuringly.

"She's doing great, actually. She's settled into her new job,

and she seems happy with the direction things are going.

she's handling everything just fine."

Melody's mother sighed, a mix of relief and a touch of sadness in her eyes.

"I'm glad to hear that. We worry about her, you know. The city is so far away…"

"Yeah, it is," Zake replied, nodding thoughtfully.

"But she's strong. She's making it work."

Melody's mom smiled but added,

"It would be nice if she could visit more here often. We already miss her around here."

Zake chuckled softly.

"I'm sure she misses you too. I'll make sure to remind her to visit when she gets the chance."

Melody's mother added with a hopeful look,

"And It would be good for her to have someone looking out for her."

Zake smiled gently.

"Of course. I'll visit whenever I can."

The conversation continued warmly,

but Zake could feel the underlying concern Melody's parents held for their daughter.

As he left their home,

he couldn't shake the sense of responsibility he felt towards her,

knowing they all cared for her well-being.

Zake returned to the bustling hospital,

the atmosphere was chaotic with nurses and doctors moving quickly through the halls.

He was scanning through some patient charts when suddenly,

a lady collided with him with her eyes wide with panic.

Without pausing to apologize, she hurried towards the operating room,

tears streaking down on her face as her breathing in ragged.

Zake noticed her trembling hands and the fear etched in her expression.

He quickly approached a nearby water cooler, filling a small cup and walking over to her.

"Here," he said gently, offering the water.

"Take a moment to breathe. Everything's going to be alright."

The lady, still shaken, accepted the cup with shaky hands.

"My father... he's in surgery right now. I don't know what's going to happen."

Zake gave her a reassuring smile.

"I understand how scary this is, but I promise you, your father is in good hands.

The doctor operating on him is one of the best we have.

They'll do everything they can to make sure he's okay."

The woman nodded, taking a sip of the water, her breathing starting to slow down.

"Thank you," she whispered, trying to find some comfort in his words.

Just as Zake was about to offer more reassurance,

a nurse rushed over to him, her face urgent.

"Doctor Zake, we need you in the emergency room, immediately!"

He gave the woman one last comforting glance before turning to follow the nurse.

"Stay strong," he told her over his shoulder.

"I'll be back to check on you and your father."

Then he sprinted down the hallway and ready to handle whatever the emergency required.

Zake leaned back in the uncomfortable plastic chair of the hospital lobby,

the hustle and bustle of the emergency room fading into a dull hum in his ears.

He closed his eyes, seeking a moment of solace amid the chaos that had consumed his day.

The events of the last few hours had drained him

each patient's urgency weighing on his shoulders like a heavy coat.

Just as he began to drift off, a soft voice broke through the exhaustion.

"Excuse me?"

As he open his eyes, he found a lady standing before him holding a warm cup of coffee in her hands.

She looked familiar, the face he had seen just hours earlier, waiting her father outside of the operating room, but now she appeared softer, almost ethereal in the lobby's subdued lighting.

"Yes, how was your father?" he asked as he scanning the expression of the lady.

"I wanted to thank you," she continued with her eyes glistening with gratitude.

"For helping me stay calm earlier.

My father is okay now and recovering now, I really appreciate everything you did, here, coffee." she handing the coffee to him as her cheeks blushing.

Zake sat up, accepting the cup from her.

"I'm glad to hear that your father is doing well. I told you everything will be okay because those doctors are best in here."

He took a sip of the coffee, the warmth spreading through him,

providing a small boost of energy.

"And really I'm just doing my job too by making you calm"

She smiled, a hint of something more flickering in her eyes.

"Well, you're an incredible doctor.

I could see how much you cared about your patients. It made a world of difference."

Zake felt a slight flush creeping up his neck at her compliment.

"Thanks. It's a team effort, though. I just happened to be in the right place at the right time."

Liannie stepped closer, her posture relaxed yet attentive.

"I'm Liannie Fier, by the way," she said, extending her hand.

"I feel like I owe you more than just a thank you and a cup of coffee from this hospital."

"Zake," he replied, shaking her hand firmly.

"And really, just knowing your father is alright is enough for me."

"But you deserve something, well you know,

my father is my only family and I really appreciate that

you've been there to not giving hope of my dad," she insisted, her voice earnest.

Zake felt a spark of warmth at her words.

"I believe in treating the whole person, not just the symptoms,"

he said, feeling a connection forming.

"It's important for doctors to understand the emotional side of things,

especially in a hospital setting."

"Exactly!" Liannie's enthusiasm was infectious, her eyes lighting up.

"It's like you have this special intuition about what patients need."

He chuckled lightly, feeling the tension from earlier slip away.

"I wouldn't go that far,

but I try to connect with them.

Sometimes, just listening can make a big difference."

"Maybe you should consider giving a talk on that.

There are so many people who could learn from your approach."

Her admiration was evident, and Zake couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at her praise.

"Maybe one day," he replied, glancing around the lobby,

still filled with people but quieter now.

"But right now, I'm just trying to catch my breath."

Liannie smiled, her expression softening.

"I can understand that. This place can be overwhelming.

But it seems like you really shine in the chaos. I admire that about you."

A slight blush crept into Zake's cheeks.

"Thanks, that means a lot." He glanced at her again,

noticing how the dim light framed her features, making her seem almost radiant.

"And I'm glad I could help you today."

As they shared a moment of comfortable silence,

Zake sensed the beginnings of something more profound than just gratitude.

There was an undeniable chemistry in the air, an unspoken connection that intrigued him.

"Maybe we could grab coffee together sometime as token of gratitude?" Liannie suggested, her voice casual yet hopeful. "Not just the hospital kind."

Zake's heart raced at the invitation, surprised by how much he wanted to say yes.

"I'd like that, but really its okay and just take care of your father" 

"How about next week?"

Liannie's smile broadened, her eyes sparkling with delight. "Perfect. I'll hold you to that, Dr. Zake."

He chuckled, feeling a warmth settle in his chest. "Deal, Liannie."

Zake shifted in his seat with s slight uncomfortable with the idea of Liannie feeling indebted to him.

He appreciated her gratitude but he didn't want her to feel like she owed him anything beyond that.

Still, the sincerity in her eyes made it hard for him to simply brush her off.

"I'd like that," Zake said, his voice warm yet hesitant.

 

"But really, you don't need to feel like you owe me anything.

 Your father's health and recovery are the most important things right now

Just focus on that, and don't worry about me."

 

Liannie's hopeful expression faltered ever so slightly with a flick of disappointment crossing her face.

She quickly masked it with a soft smile, though Zake noticed the change.

"I understand," she said, her tone still gentle but with a hint of sadness.

"I didn't mean to make it feel like an obligation."

 

Zake felt a pang of guilt at the sight of her retreating into politeness.

He had clearly made an impact on her,

and though he wasn't seeking any kind of recognition,

he didn't want her to feel rejected either.

 

"Liannie,"

 he said, his voice a little softer now,

"I really appreciate the thought. It means a lot, truly. Maybe one day, when things are less hectic, we can grab that coffee. But for now, just focus on your father, okay?"

 

She looked at him, her smile returning though it didn't quite reach her eyes this time.

"Maybe someday," she repeated, her voice light but with a subtle undercurrent of something unsaid.

 

 "I'll hold you to that, though."

Zake chuckled lightly, nodding.

"Fair enough. I'm not going anywhere."

 

Liannie glanced around the lobby, where people moved in and out of the bustling hospital,

but the intensity of the earlier excessive activity had died down.

She turned back to Zake, the warmth in her gaze still lingering.

With that, Liannie gave him a final smile, this one softer,

a mix of gratitude and something that felt more personal, more profound.

"I'll see you around then, Doctor Zake."

She turned and walked away, leaving Zake alone in the quiet lobby,

the warmth of her words and the unspoken connection between them lingering in the air.

 

As he watched her leave, he couldn't help but feel that this

wasn't the last time they would cross paths.