My Campus Doctor's Forbidden Cure - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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Sophia lounged against the doorframe, lazily twirling a staff ID card between her fingers. "Dorm inspection duty today," she announced with fake sweetness. "Imagine my surprise finding this. So—care to explain your little theft?"
"It's not stolen," I protested. "I—"
A harsh laugh cut me off. "This is a Campus Clinic ID, genius. Only doctors get these." She arched an eyebrow, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Unless you've suddenly joined the medical staff?"
Her cronies from the Student Union erupted in laughter, their eyes gleaming with schadenfreude.
Then Olivia snatched the card from Sophia's grasp. "Since when does dorm inspection include rifling through personal belongings?"
Her razor-sharp tone instantly deflated Sophia's smugness.
Grateful, I took the ID from Olivia and risked a glance at Sophia. The girl's smirk had vanished, replaced by furious humiliation. When she couldn't muster a comeback, she rounded on me instead. "Well? Where'd you really get it?"
Olivia opened her mouth to retaliate, but I touched her arm. She'd already stuck her neck out for me—no need to make herself Sophia's next victim.
Drawing a steadying breath, I met Sophia's glare. "A clinic doctor gave it to me."
"Dr. Roscente?" Her scoff could've frosted glass. "That's rich. The man won't even accept student friend requests. Why would he—"
I dialed Ethan's number before she finished.
He answered on the first ring, voice warm as sunlight. "Everything okay?"
Suddenly I was eight years old again, hearing Mom defend me after schoolyard bullies. My throat tightened.
"Dr. Roscente," I said carefully (he'd kill me later for the formality), "about the staff ID you lent me—when should I return it?"
Instant understanding colored his response. "After your treatment concludes," he replied with perfect professionalism.
I hit speakerphone so the room could hear.
Hanging up, I arched an eyebrow at Sophia. "Convinced?"
Her face twisted like she'd bitten into something rancid. The silent crowd parted as one girl tugged her sleeve. "Sophia, we've got third floor inspections..."
Glaring daggers, Sophia stormed out, door slamming behind her.
As tension drained from my shoulders, I turned to Olivia. "Thanks for—"
She waved me off. "Please. Someone had to shut her up."
My phone buzzed before I could respond.
Ethan's text: What happened?
Fingers flying, I recounted the ambush. His call came seconds later.
"Are you crying?" That gentle tone made my eyes prickle. I ducked onto the balcony.
"Relax," he soothed, misreading my silence. "No one's filing reports."
I swiped at traitorous tears. "That's not what I—"
A beat. Then softer: "Whatever you're afraid of—don't be. The infirmary has no cameras. No visit logs. All supplies were from my personal stock. Untraceable."
Each sentence dismantled my fears like he'd peeked inside my head.
Then came the kicker: "Don't let my baby face fool you. The school hired me for my credentials. They wouldn't dare mess with me."
The uncharacteristic swagger startled a wet laugh from me.
Hearing it, his voice lightened. "Just focus on finishing treatment. Patience."
Thanks to his meds, I could finally wear short sleeves again—no more lactation issues. Gratitude swelled in my chest. "Thank you, Ethan."
Silence. When I repeated his name, he chuckled. "Know how many times you've thanked me?"
Teasing, I countered, "Lost count?"
His laugh deepened. "I've kept track. Every single one."
The intimacy in his tone sent heat rushing to my cheeks. Flustered, I mumbled goodbye and hung up.
But reality proved less forgiving than Ethan's assurances.
Post-incident, my name exploded across the Campus Forum. Olivia—plugged into every gamer chat—alerted me when screenshots started circulating.
Initial rumors painted me as some lovesick stalker: She wears makeup daily just to ambush Dr. Roscente! Never mind that after ditching our军训 uniforms, every freshman was dressing to impress. My jeans-and-tee combos were practically puritanical.
Remembering Ethan's advice, I ignored it. The forum cycled through drama hourly—from cafeteria rants to secret admirer posts. This would blow over.
Then Olivia stormed in a week later, phone smacking the table. "They've gone nuclear now." Her finger jabbed at the screen where a new headline screamed:
CAMPUS CLINIC FREQUENTER SPOTTED BUYING PREGNANCY TESTS!
"It's not stolen," I protested. "I—"
A harsh laugh cut me off. "This is a Campus Clinic ID, genius. Only doctors get these." She arched an eyebrow, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Unless you've suddenly joined the medical staff?"
Her cronies from the Student Union erupted in laughter, their eyes gleaming with schadenfreude.
Then Olivia snatched the card from Sophia's grasp. "Since when does dorm inspection include rifling through personal belongings?"
Her razor-sharp tone instantly deflated Sophia's smugness.
Grateful, I took the ID from Olivia and risked a glance at Sophia. The girl's smirk had vanished, replaced by furious humiliation. When she couldn't muster a comeback, she rounded on me instead. "Well? Where'd you really get it?"
Olivia opened her mouth to retaliate, but I touched her arm. She'd already stuck her neck out for me—no need to make herself Sophia's next victim.
Drawing a steadying breath, I met Sophia's glare. "A clinic doctor gave it to me."
"Dr. Roscente?" Her scoff could've frosted glass. "That's rich. The man won't even accept student friend requests. Why would he—"
I dialed Ethan's number before she finished.
He answered on the first ring, voice warm as sunlight. "Everything okay?"
Suddenly I was eight years old again, hearing Mom defend me after schoolyard bullies. My throat tightened.
"Dr. Roscente," I said carefully (he'd kill me later for the formality), "about the staff ID you lent me—when should I return it?"
Instant understanding colored his response. "After your treatment concludes," he replied with perfect professionalism.
I hit speakerphone so the room could hear.
Hanging up, I arched an eyebrow at Sophia. "Convinced?"
Her face twisted like she'd bitten into something rancid. The silent crowd parted as one girl tugged her sleeve. "Sophia, we've got third floor inspections..."
Glaring daggers, Sophia stormed out, door slamming behind her.
As tension drained from my shoulders, I turned to Olivia. "Thanks for—"
She waved me off. "Please. Someone had to shut her up."
My phone buzzed before I could respond.
Ethan's text: What happened?
Fingers flying, I recounted the ambush. His call came seconds later.
"Are you crying?" That gentle tone made my eyes prickle. I ducked onto the balcony.
"Relax," he soothed, misreading my silence. "No one's filing reports."
I swiped at traitorous tears. "That's not what I—"
A beat. Then softer: "Whatever you're afraid of—don't be. The infirmary has no cameras. No visit logs. All supplies were from my personal stock. Untraceable."
Each sentence dismantled my fears like he'd peeked inside my head.
Then came the kicker: "Don't let my baby face fool you. The school hired me for my credentials. They wouldn't dare mess with me."
The uncharacteristic swagger startled a wet laugh from me.
Hearing it, his voice lightened. "Just focus on finishing treatment. Patience."
Thanks to his meds, I could finally wear short sleeves again—no more lactation issues. Gratitude swelled in my chest. "Thank you, Ethan."
Silence. When I repeated his name, he chuckled. "Know how many times you've thanked me?"
Teasing, I countered, "Lost count?"
His laugh deepened. "I've kept track. Every single one."
The intimacy in his tone sent heat rushing to my cheeks. Flustered, I mumbled goodbye and hung up.
But reality proved less forgiving than Ethan's assurances.
Post-incident, my name exploded across the Campus Forum. Olivia—plugged into every gamer chat—alerted me when screenshots started circulating.
Initial rumors painted me as some lovesick stalker: She wears makeup daily just to ambush Dr. Roscente! Never mind that after ditching our军训 uniforms, every freshman was dressing to impress. My jeans-and-tee combos were practically puritanical.
Remembering Ethan's advice, I ignored it. The forum cycled through drama hourly—from cafeteria rants to secret admirer posts. This would blow over.
Then Olivia stormed in a week later, phone smacking the table. "They've gone nuclear now." Her finger jabbed at the screen where a new headline screamed:
CAMPUS CLINIC FREQUENTER SPOTTED BUYING PREGNANCY TESTS!
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