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It was 5:00 am and Tim awoke right on the dot… as usual. He was never late and he prided himself on his ability to adhere to a very strict schedule to ensure that his days were maximally productive. Every move of his seemed calculated and precise-just as they should be.

There were moments in time where he entertained the idea that his standards may be a little too high, but those thoughts were dismissed just as quickly as they appeared. It was during those times when the re-occurring thought of "will I ever be good enough? " entered his head.

Wednesday. Tim couldn't quite describe-at least out loud-why it was his least favorite day of the week… Perhaps it was because the clinic was closed and he was left alone to his own devices. He secretly dreaded the moment Elli's footsteps would fade as she left him for the day.

Cheerful. She was always cheerful. She had a family to tend to and love- and who returned that same love to her. Tim wondered what it would be like to feel that way… To let go of the thoughts and worries which surrounded him always and followed him like a shadow.

On this particular Wednesday, Tim decided to leave the clinic before Elli woke up. He couldn't stand the small talk and the idle chatter they shared as she left for the day. Her presence was strangely comforting to him- even if they rarely shared in a true conversation. It was strange, really. It was as if they simply co-existed day in and day out. But the thought of loosing that constancy, even for a day, bothered him. Maybe it wasn't so much Elli as it was the structure of her being there. It was something he could depend on.

In a way he wondered if she blamed him. If secretly she pinned him as the culprit for her and her family's sorrows…if he was to blame for her little brother's childhood being cut short…if he caused her grandmother such heartache and pain. He wondered, selfishly perhaps, if he would ever smile again.

Tim shook away those thoughts, in his usual fashion, by walking. He was always on the move be it mentally or physically. He wondered what it was like to "relax" like so many did on the beach or while reading a book. He kept walking.

When he finally reached Mother's Hill he almost felt relieved. Mother's Hill. He had always wondered why it was called that. He shook his head and took out his notebook. Now was not the time to think of mothers. He had a job to do.

The doctor was on the move once more scouring for herbs and plants that could be used medicinally. He was a healer. At least that's what he was called. Sometimes, he wondered if it was all a façade. He silently chastised himself for his lack of contribution to society. He shook his head and kept going. He always kept going. He didn't have time for that.

When he finally reached the Peak of Mother's Hill he realized that he had nowhere else to go. His road had come to an end and he was empty handed. Another failure. In his eyes, the day was a waste. After all…if he couldn't do his job, what was he even here for?

Tim was so caught up in his own thoughts that he didn't even hear Doug, the Inn keeper, approach. "Beautiful day isn't it?"

Tim didn't move. He simply nodded indifferently. Doug chuckled to himself and said, "you know…I come here to sort out my thoughts, too. To get away."

The doctor didn't budge…he just continued staring out into the distance. Doug shrugged. "So…what exactly is your name? I don't see you much out of the clinic. I don't even think we've even spoken more than a few words!"

Tim turned around to face him.

"Just call me Doctor."