𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 ➺ 𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀 / 𝘀𝘁𝘂 𝗺𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿

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"At least pretend to be excited, darling.."

Her mother attempted to joke, but it only fell flat, so the girl simply pretended to not hear. She finds that the woman tends to give up easily once ignored. The older woman sighed— her telltale sign of defeat. Her father ignored the entire ordeal and continued to drive along the dark empty road.

Despite her silence she was certifiably irritated to say the least. Her parents had made the decision to move to the states to chase the American Dream. Thats the bullshit they told her anyway. In reality they thought Paris was starting to become a dangerous environment as murders had started ramping up in the area. It was suspect to be a serial killer— All the more reason to embark on this trip to the Land of the Free.

Quinn observed the foreign land, examining all the things that differed from her home in France— which was everything. The trees, the building, even passing civilians had an odd way about them that stood out from what she was used to. Soon, the classical playing in her headphones lulled her out of her scrutiny and into a slumber.

*

Suddenly, Quinn is slammed into the seat in front of her, immediately jolting her from sleep. The drowsiness from the abrupt end to her slumber still reigned over her mind as well as motor skills. But the sound of her mother's stomach churning scream ripped her from her fatigued haze. The sound of rubber screaming against concert stabbed at her eardrums as two blinding white lights render her disoriented.

Quinn was thrown across the backseat as the sound of metal crunching and a scream dying in her mother's gushing throat followed her as her sight went dark and her mind went quiet. In a world far away she could feel the shards of glass ripping at her skin, and the heat of the fire threatening to incinerate her.

*

Her hearing returned before anything.
Am I dead?
The answer was no. Her eyelids just felt as though they'd been sealed shut. Her nose twitches at the unmistakable sterile scent in the air, found only in hospitals. She sighed as she began to open her eyes, only to be met with an evil strobe light hanging above her. For a moment she recalls the events of the night that followed after the flash of that all too familiar light.

"My parents are dead." She spoke aloud in an attempt to grapple onto the reality of that statement.

"I'm afraid you're correct." She snapped her head to the voice to find a doctor hold a clipboard. She couldn't see his face due to the medical mask, but judging by the way his brows furrowed as he looked at her— he was surely frowning. He straightens himself and looks at his clipboard. "I'm glad to see that you're awake. That was quite the crash you were caught up in." At the mention of the 'crash' a sudden pain shoots straight into Quinn's temple. "What happened..?"

"You were hit by a semi, my dear. It's remarkable that you're even awake right now." As he finished talking Quinn got up and began looking for her clothes.

"M-Miss please, Id advise you lay back down, you're still—" "I'm fine doctor, where are my clothes." She stood up staring at the man in front of her. "That's what you're worried about?" The doctor raised his voice in utter disbelief. "I want to leave and scrubs make me look fat." She turns back around searching for her apparel.

"If you must know your clothes are in the drawers." The doctor says massaging the bridge of his nose. She crouched in front of the drawer and opened it to see her clothes, torn and bloody— but folded. She pulls them out and held them in front of her.

"Wonderful." She says a small smile gracing her features as she gazed at her tattered jeans
that now had more tears in them than when she initially bought them. Her gray hoodie had been practically dyed red from all the blood, most of it probably not even being hers. "If you wouldn't mind." She shifts her gaze to the doctor. "Ah yes— uh, of course, excuse me." The man stumbles giving the girl a small nod before closing the door.

She rids of her hospital attire and throws on her clothes. She lifts the hoodie to her nose taking in the metallic scent of blood. "Lovely." She whispers to herself in content. As much as she wanted to go out the window for a more 'subtle' exit, they had her full name and know what she looked like. Someone's gonna have to pay for the hospital, and it sure as hell isn't going to be her parents. She begrudgingly opened the door exiting the room making her way down the hallway. Until she was stopped by a familiar voice.

"Miss please, you can't leave so soon you're still injured!" The doctor from earlier hastily approached her grabbing onto her arm. She immediately jerked her arm back resting it to her side. "I apologize for the inconvenience sir, but you can't stop me from leaving." She states quietly looking up at him.

"Please Miss let me take care of you, you've been through so much just in the past few hours. I just want to help you." The man pleaded coming closer to her. There was a moment of silence as she looked down contemplating her next words. "You're new at this aren't you?" She asks looking back at the man with wide eyes. "I— Yes, I mean—" "If you really were a doctor you would've known to never get attached to your patients, so I'm guessing you're an intern." She finished fully turning her body towards him.

He gives an awkward chuckle rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. "Smart girl, but yes you're correct." She scoffs looking down. "They couldn't even assign me a real doctor, bastards..." She mumbled turning around once more, continuing to make her way to the exit.

"W-Wait!" She sighs heavily turning her head to see him catch up to her again. "I-If I can't convince you to stay then can I at least give you my number in case you need help?" He pleads. she huffs in defeat as he plasters a smile on his face digging in his pocket for a pen. He rips off a piece of the paper on his clipboard and writes his digits on it. He hands it to her with an innocent grin. She takes the paper from his hands stuffing it in her jean pocket. She resumes her path once more. "Au revoir, stagiaire." She bid goodbye with a small wave from behind. The young man smiled softly. "Goodbye, Miss Fletcher."

"Quinn is just fine intern."
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