Page 129 of My Fake Dating with the Grumpiest Highlander
Dr. Finley McLeod, Temporary Replacement.
Temporary replacement.
The plaque itself immortalizes the fact that I was never meant to stay.
At least the examination table still functions, even if the white vinyl is cracked in several places. The privacy screen has definitely seen better days. The medicine cabinet has a broken glass panel. The sink has a persistent leak I’ve reported three times to the plumber with absolutely no results.
Apparently I remain at the bottom of his emergency list.
“It’s... unique,” Nate comments diplomatically while examining an anatomy poster whose colors have faded into sepia tones.
“That’s one word for it.”
“McKinnon never updated anything?”
“Apparently he liked things staying exactly the same.”
“You mean depressing.”
“That too.”
Nate leans against the desk and crosses his arms.
“You could modernize it. Make it feel likeyourplace.”
I glance toward McKinnon’s photographs on the wall.
“For what? I probably won’t stay long enough for it to matter.”
“Or maybe you could stop convincing yourself you’re leaving and actually settle in.”
I rub my eyes.
This conversation.
Again.
“Nate…”
“I know, I know. But seriously, Finn. You work in a clinic that feels like a museum dedicated to your predecessor’s glory. Howexactly do you expect people to see you astheirdoctor when you act like a temporary substitute?”
He’s right.
But taking down those photographs, repainting these walls, replacing this furniture...
That would mean admitting I’m staying.
That would mean claiming this place as mine.
Taking McKinnon’s place instead of merely holding it temporarily.
“Renovations cost money,” I say weakly.
“I’d give you the family discount.”
“I’d need to discuss it with the town council. It’s their building.”
“Duncan Fraser already told me they’d be thrilled to modernize the clinic. They’re just waiting for you to ask.”
