Mad Father: Blessed Doctor

By many, she was called the blessed doctor. She aided those without money and offered the soothing words as they dreamed of a brighter future. Even the blessed female- with her lovely attributes switched around - had once scorned a possible life as an orphan, but it was the maid, whom she once despised, brought genuine love back into her bosom.

Aya rubbed the rugged edges where her black hair stretched to her waist and the childish light in her irises; gone, gone by the trauma she received as a young child. No, she lost her ability to trust in the inhumane experimentation and resided in a cute home to fix people up. Their smiles made her heart quiver in its confusion. Did they really love her? Nonsense. She loved her parents and they only loved the secluded girl once fated to become a perfect masterpiece. The memory was still embedded in her mind, haunting her and waiting in her aghast soul.

The doctor woke a young man up after his surgery. She used gentle words and "blessed" him with an opportunity to live a new life. The same endings she saw and the same reasons they came. It was all tedious and it was always filled with with envy. She envied a chance to love another, but deep within her - she feared, she truly feared. He belonged to another, but she merely watched, silent and a forced smile made her pale face glow. The fair-haired man with the chestnut eyes reminded her of someone or something.

She frowned at the faint memory, like a broken recorder she lazily patched up and attempted to get it working.

Her assistant; a mother? A friend? went out to purchase extras supplies for the incoming patients. Aya leaned against the side of the clinic door and she recognized zero figures in desperation to reach out for her help. For the first time, she felt lonely. A similar void when she was forced outside her home those nights before. The smell of a fire and the ghostly mansion she was born and raised in was there in her senses once more.

"Hello?"

The blessed doctor was lost in her thoughts for minutes until a voice snapped her back into the harsh reality. She realized she was crying and rapidly hid the evidence of her depression. The man in front of her cracked a smile, but vagueness of any familiarity was lost in her clouded mind.

"Oh!" A small circle forced with her thin lips as her expression fell into embarrassment and eventually, distant. "I'm sorry, I guess I was staring off into space, heh?" Panic rose in her chest as she had forgotten to recite the polite introduction to her future patient, but the words slipped from her stumbling habit.

The man smiled at her, dimples and an attractive face. What was off? Her blue-grey eyes trailed up the lines of his anatomy until it all made sense. A patch laid over his left eye and faint red marks blanketed the other half.

"H-Hello and welcome to the Drevis C-Clinic." Aya stuttered as she recited what she immediately recalled. "My name is Aya Drevis."

"Well, Miss Drevis." The man politely bowed, his curly hair revealing itself in the light - brightly yellow. "I'm looking for an ocular surgeon. My village doesn't have one specialized in it."

"Are you one of those who need free check-ups or surgery?" She asked, watching him carefully.

The fair-haired man held out his currency. "I figure a beautiful woman like you need to eat. No, I just heard you perform miracles."

Aya pushed his hand away. "I do it for free. Is something wrong with your eye?" She felt silly for asking an obvious question. The eye-patch was enough to send the correct signals.

"Yes, I'm looking for a replacement. I cannot impress a girl I like with..." He revealed his empty eye socket to which Aya did not react. "...this." He sighed deeply.

"I can fix it. I'm not referred to as the 'blessed doctor' without a good reason by the public...ahem...eye."

Something about the man appealed to her, but there was more than that. He trusted her with revealing his secret. The missing eye and the one eye left shined an auburn-brown. It was all too familiar now, but she cannot let him go home without performing her duty no matter how curious she was. As she hovered over him on the operation table with a cup of anesthesia, a smile was evident on her face, even with the mask over her mouth.

"You remind me of someone I knew." Aya said, waiting for him to sleep. Eventually, he did and she operated on him. It was an all-nighter, but it was worth the effort in the end. She worked on eyes before so the job wasn't filled with extreme caution from under-confident feelings. She undid the bandage on his left eye and a feeling of nostalgia came over her.

Her patient was taken aback by the new sight on his left side. His brown eyes matched perfectly due to Aya's careful choice and a healthy glow radiated over his face. He got up and looked around, adjusting to his surroundings. The frown he wore broke into a smile of gratitude.

"Thank you." He told her excitedly. "I can impress her now, right?"

"Yes, you can." Aya replied, cleaning up the supplies. She was unaware of the faint blush overcoming her.

The man left an hour later and Aya waved. Again, the same feeling of loneliness came over her. Another feeling did, too. She felt she knew the man, but now, she wasn't so sure.