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person spoke, shifted, or made a sound. I’m pretty sure I spent five straight minutes holding my breath with only a scant, shallow intake of air when absolutely necessary.
“All right then, let’s get started. We’re going to connect as a team, introduce ourselves one at a time, and give your anticipated field of study.” His eyes came back to mine when he finished his statement. “At the end of this evening, we’re going to pair you off and set you each up with white lab coats. I expect your lab coat to be clean and pressed for every class. The first thing every patient looks at when you enter a room is your coat. Show them, and me, that you have respect and put your best self forward.” The professor pointed at Hai. “Introduce yourself.”
Hai stood up and fisted his hands. “Hello, I’m Hai Cheng. This is my last year in the program. I’m going to be a neurosurgeon. My father died of a brain tumor when I was a boy, and I want to help save the lives of people suffering from neurological conditions. Thank you.” He offered a curt chin dip and then sat back down abruptly.
Lord, please bless Hai and his family and help him achieve his dreams. In you I trust. Amen.
Each person stood up and delivered their information. I said a silent prayer for each member of the team as they finished their introduction. So far, there wasn’t another person who wanted to go into pediatrics. The one running theme was that each student had chosen their field of medicine for a deeply personal reason.
Finally, the instructor came to Landen. “Hello, I’m Landen O’Brien, and the professor is my father.” Dead silence met his admission. He glanced around at his peers. “And no, he does not give special treatment. I promise he’s harder on me than he will ever be on you.” The entire class laughed, breaking the ice once more.
I stared in shock and shook my head. What a phony. He totally played me in the beginning of class acting like a regular Joe, making it sound as though he didn’t know the instructor so personally. Well, I’d have to think of a way to get him back. At least the love comment now made a whole lot of sense. Landen looked down and winked at me. I felt that wink zip through my heart, but it wasn’t the same as when Dash winked at me. Those winks went straight between my legs and sucked all ability to speak from my throat. In this case, there definitely wouldn’t be a love connection with Landen, though he looked the part and had a bright future.
“I’m probably the most boring of the entire crew here. I just want to be a doctor. An everyday man who goes to work and helps those from all walks of life, the young to the old and everything in between, much to my father’s disappointment.”
I shifted my gaze to the head of the class. He huffed and scowled.
“After I get my MD, I plan to set up a practice, marry a beautiful woman…” This time Landen’s eyes were laser-focused on me as he smiled huge.
Oh dear Lord, I think he likes me.
“…and come home to my family. I guess you could say I’m shooting for the American dream.”
“That’s quite enough, Landen.” Professor O’Brien took a deep breath and lifted a glass water bottle to his lips, the kind environmentally crazed people bought. “Next?” He tipped his head toward me before taking a sip.
I looked around and realized I was the last person to answer. Slowly, I eased out of my chair and stood. My five feet ten inches seemed overly large when standing on an elevated platform. “My name is Amber St. James. I graduated from UC Berkeley right where I was born and raised by my grandparents.”
A deafening crash pierced the air. The instructor cursed and crouched down to where he’d dropped the glass bottle to the concrete floor.
“Jesus!” he said as he scrambled to toss the big chunks into the waste bin near his desk. I cringed at the outburst.
The professor stood up and walked closer to me, the mess forgotten after he’d
“All right then, let’s get started. We’re going to connect as a team, introduce ourselves one at a time, and give your anticipated field of study.” His eyes came back to mine when he finished his statement. “At the end of this evening, we’re going to pair you off and set you each up with white lab coats. I expect your lab coat to be clean and pressed for every class. The first thing every patient looks at when you enter a room is your coat. Show them, and me, that you have respect and put your best self forward.” The professor pointed at Hai. “Introduce yourself.”
Hai stood up and fisted his hands. “Hello, I’m Hai Cheng. This is my last year in the program. I’m going to be a neurosurgeon. My father died of a brain tumor when I was a boy, and I want to help save the lives of people suffering from neurological conditions. Thank you.” He offered a curt chin dip and then sat back down abruptly.
Lord, please bless Hai and his family and help him achieve his dreams. In you I trust. Amen.
Each person stood up and delivered their information. I said a silent prayer for each member of the team as they finished their introduction. So far, there wasn’t another person who wanted to go into pediatrics. The one running theme was that each student had chosen their field of medicine for a deeply personal reason.
Finally, the instructor came to Landen. “Hello, I’m Landen O’Brien, and the professor is my father.” Dead silence met his admission. He glanced around at his peers. “And no, he does not give special treatment. I promise he’s harder on me than he will ever be on you.” The entire class laughed, breaking the ice once more.
I stared in shock and shook my head. What a phony. He totally played me in the beginning of class acting like a regular Joe, making it sound as though he didn’t know the instructor so personally. Well, I’d have to think of a way to get him back. At least the love comment now made a whole lot of sense. Landen looked down and winked at me. I felt that wink zip through my heart, but it wasn’t the same as when Dash winked at me. Those winks went straight between my legs and sucked all ability to speak from my throat. In this case, there definitely wouldn’t be a love connection with Landen, though he looked the part and had a bright future.
“I’m probably the most boring of the entire crew here. I just want to be a doctor. An everyday man who goes to work and helps those from all walks of life, the young to the old and everything in between, much to my father’s disappointment.”
I shifted my gaze to the head of the class. He huffed and scowled.
“After I get my MD, I plan to set up a practice, marry a beautiful woman…” This time Landen’s eyes were laser-focused on me as he smiled huge.
Oh dear Lord, I think he likes me.
“…and come home to my family. I guess you could say I’m shooting for the American dream.”
“That’s quite enough, Landen.” Professor O’Brien took a deep breath and lifted a glass water bottle to his lips, the kind environmentally crazed people bought. “Next?” He tipped his head toward me before taking a sip.
I looked around and realized I was the last person to answer. Slowly, I eased out of my chair and stood. My five feet ten inches seemed overly large when standing on an elevated platform. “My name is Amber St. James. I graduated from UC Berkeley right where I was born and raised by my grandparents.”
A deafening crash pierced the air. The instructor cursed and crouched down to where he’d dropped the glass bottle to the concrete floor.
“Jesus!” he said as he scrambled to toss the big chunks into the waste bin near his desk. I cringed at the outburst.
The professor stood up and walked closer to me, the mess forgotten after he’d
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