Anya’s POV
The words hit me like a small shock. “No,” I said quickly, shaking my head. “I’m just his assistant.”
The doctor raised his eyebrows, clearly surprised, but he didn’t question it. “Well,” he said gently, “assistant or not, you care. That matters.”
I didn’t know what to say, so I stayed quiet.
He finished up and washed his hands, then turned to me again, serious now. He gave me clear instructions—how often to check Orion’s temperature, when to give the medication, what signs meant I should call him immediately. I listened carefully, repeating everything in my head, afraid I might forget something important.
“I’ll send a nurse tomorrow to check on him,” Dr. Trent said as he packed his bag. “He needs rest. No work. No stress.”
I almost smiled at that. Orion and no stress didn
