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wake. I wanted to throw it out of the window, and

to each other and sprinting around like the

h knew that if caffeine didn't enter our system in the next five minu

tal, running purely on coffee a

t impossibly grumpy

, glasses, waits for us. Good-looking in a Clark Kent–if-he-were-two-inches-shorter ki

kes before we've even had our ID badges scanned,

ghtly for someone who'd clearly been awake longer than us. "You've got

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nt. Zero tolerance for bullshit. Doesn't do small talk. Don't be late, don't be

nd just when I thought I couldn't feel more pressure, he added, "Your eva

My brain sh

mental door I had, locked them, and threw th

thoughts during working hours. I had a professional

ays, "and you'll liv

n me, asks when we'll g

t month. Maybe by the third rota

Start at zero, cli

us to patients, explaining what to watch for, and throwing little tests our way. I liked him; he was kind in t

, coffee cups, pagers, people rushing in every direction. Elevator doors k

hair. Comma

ircuiting of my nervous sy

ic about this man. I had a feel

ng me, I knew it was

em, third and fourth year residents, a couple of second ye

rapid fire questions. By R

ice low, steady, professiona

p again. My brain froze for half a

le meningioma, based on MRI frontal lobe involvement that wou

Approval. T

match the scan

"How would you prep t

th a quick, almost impercept

once or twice, not unfriendly. I could've sworn there was the faintest spark of curiosity th

are over. My pulse is still racing, but for

more charts, quick sips of cold coffee, and the faint buzz of hospital

onfuses the

it's your one sh

page. The sound made the hallway still for half a breath before the staff sprinted toward the bay. Dr. Wilson told us to stay

ping, nurses shouting vitals, instruments clatte

ing to his rhythm like he was conducti

t, I forgot

oked like. Not arrogance

ike I'd been carrying bricks, and my stomach was making sounds I didn't know were humanly possible.

l sta

ay leaning against the door

pite my exhaustion. "Coffee a

, genuine. "You'

ike that,

e sound of his laugh in my head. It wasn't like Felix's polished charm or the way he

t quitting medicine and immediately fell asleep on the couch. I sat there staring at my stained scrubs, aching feet, and messy handwriti

elt something

victory in a mountain of challenges waiting ahead. I survived it. I

arving, and delirio

ng while, I felt like I was ex