Seeds of Doubt

Tristan stepped out of the last patient’s room, scribbling a few notes into the chart before tucking it under his arm. The day had been surprisingly light—no emergencies, no complicated cases—just routine checkups. He adjusted the stethoscope around his neck and glanced at his watch. It was 2:45 p.m. “Not bad,” he muttered under his breath.

A few nurses bustled past, their shoes squeaking lightly