Doctor Love
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Kate Stanley, a shy and hardworking intern with a terminal illness, and David Villa, a confident intern from a wealthy medical family, are forced to work together for the chance to become the assistant to Dr. Bennet, a top doctor at a prestigious hospital. When Kate saves a patient's life, Dr. Bennet chooses her over David, making him angry. As they work together, Kate tries to keep her illness, Huntington's disease, a secret, while David becomes more curious about her. When David finds out about Kate's condition, he faces a tough choice: tell everyone and get ahead, or protect Kate. Both Kate and David must deal with their own personal struggles while competing in a high-pressure medical environment.
Chapter 1
Feb 26, 2026
KATE’ POV
Meridian Grace, the hospital I'd dreamed of working at stood before me in all its gleaming glory. Six stories of glass and steel architecture that looked more like a luxury hotel than a medical facility.
Standing on the sidewalk, I smoothed down my dress, the nicest one I owned, though I knew it didn't measure up to the standards of this place. A simple navy blue sheath that I'd bought two years ago for my graduation. It had seemed professional enough in my tiny apartment mirror this morning, but now, facing the crystal doors of Meridian Grace, I could see every thread of wear, every spot where the fabric had pilled.
"You can do this, Kate," I whispered to myself, clutching my folder of credentials. "They're looking for competence, not couture."
The doors slid open silently as I approached, releasing a wave of cool, lavender-scented air. The lobby was even more impressive inside—Italian marble floors that reflected the light from crystal chandeliers, live orchids on glass tables, and a water feature that cascaded down an entire wall. This wasn't just a hospital; it was a statement.
My heels clicked too loudly against the polished floor as I followed the signs toward the neurosurgery department. Each step felt like an announcement: outsider, outsider, outsider.
The neurosurgery wing was located on the fourth floor. When the elevator doors opened, I stepped into another world of hushed luxury. The reception desk ahead was a curved piece of polished cherry wood, behind which sat three nurses in perfectly fitted pale blue uniforms, their hair and makeup impeccable.
I took a deep breath, straightened my spine, and approached with what I hoped was a confident smile.
"Good morning," I said brightly.
Three pairs of eyes turned to me. One nurse, tall with sleek auburn hair, gave me a slow once-over, her lips tightening into a thin line. The other two exchanged glances before returning to their screens, as though I hadn't spoken at all.
My smile faltered but didn't disappear.
"Excuse me," I tried again, my voice a little less certain. "I am here to see Dr. Bennett?"
That got their attention. The auburn-haired nurse looked up sharply.
"Rita," one of the other women said, her voice laced with amusement. "She says she's here to see Dr. Bennett."
Rita leaned forward, her perfectly manicured nails splaying across the desk surface. "Are you related to Dr. Bennett?" she asked, her tone suggesting that was the only possible explanation for my presence.
"No," I replied, still attempting to maintain my smile. "I'm here for the interview. I have an appointment at ten."
Rita exchanged looks with her colleagues. "The assistant position? You're applying for Dr. Bennett's assistant position?"
I nodded, my grip tightening on my folder. "Yes, I have five years of experience in—"
A burst of laughter cut me off. All three women were suddenly giggling, their eyes fixed on me with a mixture of amusement and disdain.
"Honey," the second nurse said, leaning toward me as if sharing a secret, "do you know what kind of place this is? Dr. Bennett's last assistant wore Louboutins to work. Every day."
"And that dress..." Rita added, gesturing vaguely at my outfit. "Is that from Target's clearance rack?"
My cheeks burned. The folder in my hands suddenly felt flimsy, inadequate. All my years of training, my experience, my glowing recommendations—none of it mattered in the face of my $39.99 dress.
"I think what Melissa is trying to say," the third nurse finally spoke, her voice honey-sweet but her eyes cold, "is that perhaps you'd be more comfortable applying somewhere that's... more your speed. Perhaps one of those community clinics downtown? The ones that serve the, ah, underprivileged?"
They all tittered again, their matching pearl earrings catching the light.
"My resume speaks for itself," I managed, my voice surprisingly steady despite the humiliation burning through me. "I'm qualified for this position regardless of what I'm wearing."
"Oh, sweetie." Rita's face twisted into a mock-sympathetic smile. "It's not just the clothes. It's... everything. You simply don't fit here. I can smell the desperation from across the desk."
The laughter grew louder, more pointed. I felt my carefully constructed confidence crumbling. Every insecurity I'd tried to bury that morning came flooding back. Maybe they were right. Maybe I didn't belong here. Maybe I was foolish to think—
"Girls, why are you so cruel?"
A deep voice from behind me silenced the laughter. I turned, a flicker of hope rising in my chest.
Standing a few feet away was a man who looked like he'd walked straight out of a medical drama. Tall, with broad shoulders filling out an impeccably tailored charcoal suit. Dark hair perfectly styled, jawline that could cut glass, and eyes the color of expensive whiskey. He radiated confidence and authority.
Relief washed through me. Someone was finally going to put these mean girls in their place. Someone recognized how inappropriate their behavior was.
The girl began to squeal, whispering about how damn hot he looked, unbothered about his scolding.
I turned away from the girl and offered him a grateful smile, mentally rehearsing how I'd thank him for the intervention.
Instead, he walked past me as if I were invisible, leaning casually against the reception desk. His eyes, which I'd thought might hold kindness, slid over me with the same dismissive assessment the nurses had given.
"She really looks out of place," he said, his voice carrying easily in the hushed reception area.
The nurses burst into fresh peals of laughter, and this time, he joined them, while I stood frozen, with my jaw dropping agape in shock.
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