123 Unsettling News

Dr. Caspian Nightingale, as written in his name tag, was a tall, well-known man with salt-and-pepper hair that surrounded his face in a neat, professional way. His deep-set eyes seemed wise and empathetic, and his gaze was focused and alert.

His chin was framed by a well-kept beard, which gave him a bit of a rough look to go with his otherwise polished look. Because he was both strong and caring, his patients knew they could trust him right away as he gave them a sense of security.

The male doctor's gaze softened, a flicker of understanding passing through his eyes. "I'm sorry for your loss, Melody," she said gently, his gaze filled with concern and empathy. "In that case, is there anyone else we can contact? A sibling or close friend, perhaps?"

Melody sighed, feeling a mix of frustration and sadness. "I'm an only child. I don't have any siblings," she replied, her voice carrying a tinge of bitterness.