Xena
I look at Xael in disbelief. He is seriously asking me to disregard the ethics that governs my profession. I don’t like Gwen, but my conscience will never let me do what he is asking.
“There is a difference between a witch and a doctor, Xael. You are asking me to practice witchcraft,” I tell him, and he gives me that look.
“Babe.”
I shake my head when he approaches. I will do anything for him, not this.
“No. I will never cross that line, Xael. I took an oath.”
The Hippocratic oath I took as a doctor constantly rings in my head. I have a duty to humanity, a standard to uphold.
“This is for us,” he tells me, but I can’t.
“If we can’t deal with this with a clear conscience, then we were never meant to be.”
I know that I sound harsh, but it’s true.
He momentarily closes hi
