I Stopped Waiting and Started Loving novel Chapter 72

[Follow-up Adjustments: Suspend acupuncture. Prescription needs overhaul. Increase dosage of Senega Root and Spina Date Seed, focusing on nervous system sedation...]

Reading through the dense, handwritten notes, Quentin had to admit—this woman's attention to detail was terrifying.

His Adam's apple bobbed.

He couldn't help but wonder: when she began treating his eyes, would she write down everything about him with this much dedication?

What would those notes look like?

He flipped back a few pages.

Suddenly, his gaze locked onto a specific entry.

It was dated four years ago.

The diagnosis written there caused his pupils to contract sharply.

[Medical History: Erectile Dysfunction (ED) lasting over a year.]

[Symptoms: Patient repeatedly fails to achieve or maintain an erection sufficient for intercourse during intimate attempts, accompanied by severe anxiety and frustration.]

[Notes: During intimate contact with me (the recorder), patient's heart rate spikes, followed by immediate detumescence and aggressive, volatile behavior.]

[Initial Diagnosis: Severe psychological ED, compounded by situational mania.]

Quentin's grip on the paper tightened instantly, his knuckles straining.

He sat in silence for a moment before reading further.

The next entry was dated two years ago.

[Medical History: Erectile Dysfunction persisting for over three years.]

[Symptoms: Worsening continually. Has progressed into extreme avoidance of all physical intimacy. When sharing a room, occasionally exhibits somatic symptoms such as cold sweats and hyperventilation. Frequency of manic outbursts has increased.]

[Diagnosis: Severe psychological ED, with strong avoidant personality traits and intermittent explosive disorder.]

Flipping further, there were no more entries regarding that particular issue.

A cold smirk pulled at the corner of Quentin's mouth, the mocking amusement radiating across his harsh, handsome features.

Now, those pages were gone.

Bonnie pinched the corner of the book, her fingertips turning white.

Parrish had taken the book and given it to Seraphina.

The only person who had access to this text and understood the value of those specific pages was Seraphina Miller. There was no one else.

...

The next morning, Bonnie arrived at the Davenport Wellness Pavilion early.

She waited for over half an hour before Seraphina finally strolled in on her high heels.

Wearing a light knit cardigan and perfect makeup, a designer bag slung over her arm, Seraphina looked entirely unbothered by the previous night's altercation.

Bonnie's eyes narrowed. She walked straight over and blocked her path.

Seraphina stopped, arched an eyebrow, and spat, "Are you having another episode, Bonnie?"