26 Alina Medvedev (1/2)

Alexi was thinking of the precious days with his beloved. 'I miss you so much Alina' he was staring at the huge light fitting that was above the grandiose-looking table. He felt empty and lonely deep inside.

He was indeed a playboy but he swore that he never had intercourse with any girls he dated. He was in an arranged marriage with Alina of the Medvedev family. They were a family of doctors and was a descendant of God of Medicine, Lord Arphaxad. She was naturally beautiful and confident within her own.

Her hair was splendidly straight with warm chestnut tints, an under hue of red intertwined right into the black. Her beauty was enchanting and breathtaking, making anyone feel relieved. She worked as a doctor in the mortal world. She was a family physician in a well-known medical clinic in the medical city of Sapphire. Alina decided to set off and begin her new journey in the other dimension—the mortal world. The mortal world was as vast as the immortal world.

While she was in the mortal world, she came to be the founder of a philanthropic organization that was designed specifically to help other people who were in need of medication just for free. She was so kind that people in the mortal world would be suspicious of her if she was another special being with superpowers hiding under the unctuous mask.

Kind and altruistic. These two things would come from the mouth of anyone who was closed to her. Even mere strangers would describe that she was kind and altruistic with a simple glimpse of her face. She was basically an elegant and down-to-earth person with heaven backing her up.

Many years ago,

It was her 30,000th birthday. She was on her way to the mortal realm, doing her work as a Family Physician.

She had forgotten to bring her water tumbler with her, so she decided to stop by at the nearest pharmacy in the medical city that was nearby her clinic which she was working for.

The pharmacy was smaller than the rest of the pharmacies in the medical city. The ceilings were not impressively elevated. Alina hated to see stores or any facilities that had short ceilings which may result in not being highly ventilated, suffocating, and asphyxiating for her. It is said that high ceilings were ideal because it would make the place brighter and were used to emphasize the significance of a particular room.

'Well, it is just a simple pharmacy, no need to make a fuss about it' the most important thing to her right now was to purchase a 1.5-liter bottle of water to rejuvenate her mind and body, putting an end to her dehydration. Her need for liquid needed to be quenched.

She walked into the store. The bell on the door jingled, but nobody noticed her. It was an old pharmacy. They were busy carefully filling orders, pouring tablets into brown plastic bottles, fastening the caps on. Barely solemn, but perhaps incredibly aggravating. The smell had never left the place - a slight but distinct sulfurous fragrance, the smell of medicine and ointment blending all over the place. For her, the smell was soothing, making a comeback to her robust self.

'The smell is luring my senses'

She ambled towards the shelf that was filled with bottles of water. She then seized the bottle of water she was looking for. As soon as she was finished choosing something to purchase, she forthwith went to the counter. Customers of the pharmacy were now gone. 'It seems that there are quite a lot of people that are currently working right at this moment'

There was a child silently standing beside her who appeared to be a 9-year-old girl. Her light cool brown hair was tied in a ponytail; her har was mid-length which was not too long and not too short for a child. Her hazel eyes were a glowing view of a tree. The child was beautiful and adorable yet somehow had a cold with a look of loneliness.

She was fully clad in a tutu dress that seemed no longer well taken care of. The tutu dress seemed to be fading its original crystal-white color; there was a ribbon wrapped around her waist that was now creased and crimpled that many people would think that it did not go through ironing of the garment. The bow had a tinge of brownish stains that were like coffee.

”A pleasant morning, miss. How may I help you?” the pharmacy cashier asked the young lady.

She tiptoed to the counter, making her visible from the sight of the pharmacists, ”Ummm…I want some… medicine,” she requested, stuttering with her knees

”What kind of medicine? Well, young lady, do you have a doctor's prescription?”

The young girl did not blink, her eyes became wider, ”Umm… could you tell me what is that?”

”Young lady, it is given by your physician or other qualified health care practitioner in the form of instructions that would help you in your medications with the requested proper amount of dosage to be taken,”

”Actually, I don't have one…miss,” she was biting her nails of her right hand.