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To anyone who has ever navigated the labyrinth of medical uncertainty— whether seeking answers for life-altering conditions, fighting to validate symptoms, or simply searching for the diagnosis that remains just out of reach. For those who've sat in sterile waiting rooms, collected folders of test results, and walked away with more questions than answers. This is for you. May you find a reflection of your journey in these pages and remember that your experience is real, your struggle is valid, and your story matters.
You are seen. You are heard. You are not alone.
The thing about rock bottom though is that it looks deceptively solid until life decides to break out its jackhammer.
I’d already sacrificed a year of my life to this mystery. Watched my bank account hemorrhage even more money into medical bills while my client list shrank faster than a wool sweater in hot water. Hell, the stress of it all had even cost me my relationship.
“Blake?” Her voice was barely a whisper, scratchy and uncertain. “What happened?” I pressed my forehead to her bed for a moment before pulling it back up and fixing her with a stare. “Your heart stopped.” And mine nearly stopped with it.
Then, just like he did two years ago, he did what he did best. He left.
“Once people find out that you’re not feeling well, it becomes all they see. Every conversation starts with: How’s that going? What are the doctors saying? What’s the next step? It’s like your whole life gets put on hold and these medical questions define who you are.”
“I saw the words cunt and cock.” Blake arched a brow, his voice dropping to a tone that should be illegal. Based on the fresh smirk on his face, he’d said it to incite that fresh smoke from my cheeks. “I’m not a literary scholar, but I don’t think that was Moby Dick. Although …”
“Look.” He gestured to the bookshelf. “Had my assistant grab all the best-selling porn from the nearest bookstore.” “It’s not porn!” “Really?” He moved to the bookshelf, plucking a novel from the highest shelf with those doctor fingers that I definitely wasn’t staring at. “Because this blurb implies the monster has two massive cocks.”
And then he did the most unexpected thing: he kissed the top of my forehead.
“Who did this to you?”
His eyes locked on to mine, dark with an intensity that set my nerves aflame. He leaned in closer, his breath heated against my ear as he whispered words that ignited my soul. “I didn’t want to just kiss you that night, Tessa. I wanted to bury myself in you.” And then he crashed his lips to mine.
“When he finds out about us, it’ll make the Red Wedding look like a tea party.”
