New Happiness, Begins
The Part 31

Molly frowned. "No. Why would he do such a stupid thing?"

Kendall trusts him. "Please sit down and let me check." Kendall walked into the closet and pulled out a pair of latex gloves, then pulled a chair near Molly and checked the red nodules between her rough fingers for a lot of work. In his hand was also a faint bluish stain.

"The blueberry lotion that Kris gave me worked for a while, but then the rash got worse. Even so, the smell of the lotion is good."

Kendall clucked sadly. "It's really contact dermatitis. You might have to change the detergent and wear rubber gloves to help." He smiles. "In the meantime, steroid creams will reduce itching and heal your hands. Unfortunately, it won't smell as good as a blueberry lotion, but the good news is you won't turn into a Smurf."

"I don't care, as long as it's effective at treating itching."

Kendall stood up and walked into the closet, checked the sample container and took out the tube. He walked back and gave the tube to Molly. "If there's still no change, I can write a prescription for harder drugs, but I don't have stock."

Molly nodded. "Thank you." Then he opened the tube cap, took out a little white cream and applied it to the skin. The woman's expression immediately seemed relieved. "It feels like it's gone."

"Good."

"How much?"

Kendall flicked her hand. "Free. It's just a sample."

"What about your time?"

"I'm just taking my time until my car's fixed." Kendall said, thinking it was okay to tell the woman that she was planning to leave.

"I'm sorry to hear it" said Molly, then stood up to leave. "But I understand. Your skills will only go to waste in this place."

"I don't mean it," said Kendall, feeling evil. "I was wrong to come here." He gave a faint signal towards the door and exited. "Other women come to Happiness to settle down and build families. I feel. I'm a hypocrite here."

"Do you think there's no place for people who don't want to get married and have kids?"

Kendall realized Molly was talking about herself. "No," he said quickly. "I just think this city deserves a doctor who is committed to the goals of society. Everything about home and family life is not something I want."

"Ah. You think that's bullshit."

Kendall bit her lip. "I don't mean to disrespect."

"It's okay" said Molly. "Prejudices about the North are not without reason. We tend to be more sentimental about things that people from other states consider ancient. We felt deeper, laughing louder and crying louder. I understand why things like that make people uncomfortable, especially people from the outside."

"There's no shame" said Molly as she moved to the door. "That's how it is." He smiles. "Thank you so much for the cream."

"Together," said Kendall, feeling ashamed. "Hmm, Molly... Did you find the owner of the pocket watch I found?"

Molly smiled broadly. "Yes. Scott Michael Disick's. He is a neighbor of the Booker family who moved to Florida after a storm. He was happy to hear that his watch was found. It was a gift from his father. He asked me to thank the woman who found him."

Kendall's heart overflowed with pleasure. "I'm happy for Mr. Disick."

"Actually, Doctor Disick. For many years he was a doctor at Happiness. He was very happy to hear that the one who invented his watch was our new doctor, he said. I hope it doesn't make you uncomfortable." Molly blinked her eyes, then left.

After the door of the practice room closed, Kendall suddenly felt hollow. It does not mean that the people in this Happiness are rather excessive. He regarded his inability to blend in with the city's efforts as his own weakness, not the other way around. His eyes were hot with tears. He had underestimated their expectations of him, unaware of how devastated he was by his separation from his former fiancee and how little he had left to share with others.

Lonely ambushed him, making his chest hurt, Kendall groaned. And his excruciating headache from a stuffy nose didn't help at all. He dumps his snot to get rid of some of the pressure, then suddenly feels the urge to eat something comforting, such as warm tea or a chocolate sponge.

Or warm chocolate sponge.

His mind floated on the cinnamon candy Kristofer had brought. He did not believe at all that the candy could cure his allergies, but at least would satisfy his desire to eat sweet. He pulled the bottom desk drawer where he kept the candy and took out the bag of candy. The rows of black candy were clumped and uneven, the edges were jagged. Looks kinda unhygienic.

Kendall swallowed and opened the bag. The sharp aroma of the candy must have pierced the nose if it could penetrate its swollen sinuses. Her saliva dripped. Take a piece of candy and carefully bite it a little, get ready to spit it out if it tastes disgusting.

Apparently not.

The candy is soft, melted and sticky. It flooded its mouth with sweet and delicious cherry flavors, which made it clench its jaws full of appreciation. "Hmm" said Kendall. "M." Mmm." He nibbled again and enjoyed it too, his feelings for Kristofer softened because of these good times. Kendall finished the one-finger candy, then put the rest back in the drawer, feeling like a bad boy.

Suddenly he was agitated and walked to the window to find out if he could see the activity. Men and women flocked to move towards the construction site of the clinic, obviously curious. Kendall was also curious, but even though her body was eager to leave, something was holding her back. He did not want to get more attached to this place. In addition, he did not want to meet David and face the sharp gaze of the man when his own body condition was weak.

Molly's words echoed in her head, a statement that outsiders were afraid of facing the deep feelings of the Northmen. Despite the protest, Molly's opinion that Kendall is afraid of emotional closeness is almost correct.

But he has the right to protect himself from getting hurt again. With a thumb, Kendall rubbed her ring finger. The former ring circle there showed how deeply he had been deceived. From this bitter experience, he learned that no one else would take care of him.

Kendall turned from the window and returned to the writing desk. The sooner he completes his task, the sooner he can leave Happiness with a clean heart.

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