The Anatomy of You & I

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-Jilliane-

There are certain things some people want to achieve. For some people, they want to become engineers, architects, businessmen, CEOs or whatever. But I had one dream since I was a little kid. I wanted to become a doctor. Not because I wanted to become rich, but because I liked the feeling of helping people. I loved the idea of saving someone. I wanted to help. I wanted to cure. 

But then, medical school isn't as easy as it seems. Especially when you got in an accelerated program for medicine. I had to work twice as hard as normal med students. All those memorizing, all those research, those lab works, you barely even get time for yourself. There are some days when you even forget to take a shower because you're already 10 minutes late to your human anatomy class. There are days when you don't even sleep AT ALL. You stay up all night to finish a paper, drink about a pitcher of coffee, and the next morning, you attend class without even a single wink of sleep. I mean, how cool is that?

Sometimes, I think about giving up. I think about going back to the UK, back to my old life, back to my old, boring life. But then I take a step back and think about it: do I really want to give up on my life-long dream? Should I really go back and sleep until forever?

I'm already on my third year of taking medicine. I decided to take up my internship rather early so that I could familiarize myself with the hospital. 

Currently, I work as a doctor's assistant in Regent's Cross Hospital in the heart of Boston for my early internship. It's 2 in the morning I am desperately in need of a cuppa. Since I had nothing better to do, I decided to join the resident nurses in taking their rounds in the almost-empty emergency room. Norma, a woman around her late-fifties and the senior nurse for the emergency department, is nice enough to explain everything going on around the room when I accompany her during rounds. There were roughly around 10 patients in the ER. One with a kidney problem, one who was over-dosed with pills (thank God she was found before her liver collapsed), one with a broken arm, one with who suffered a severe heart attack and had just been revived (bless her), and the rest with diarrhea. 

Norma and I were in the middle of changing a patient's dextrose pack when a commotion was coming from the front doors of the ER.

"Everybody! We need help, I think our friend broke something!" A man with an evident British accent, exclaimed. Just then, my doctor, the one whom I am working with, peeked at our curtain and looked at me. 

"Jill, this one's for us. Let's go." Dr. Patterson, a woman in her early forties, told me as she scurried to attend to the patient in need. I checked my digital watch and it said it was already 2:17 in the morning. Time really flies by quick. I followed and looked around for the person we had to attend to. I saw five boys, looking very panicked and worried. Two of the bigger guys, one with jet black hair and arms covered with tattoos, and one with light brown hair and a beard was holding the one with curly hair who was wincing in pain, while the two other guys reassured the curly-headed lad and rubbed circles in his back. I rushed to get one of the nearest wheelchairs available and ran to the boys. 

"Here, put him here." I said to them. They placedd their curly-headed friend gently and I heard curly sigh in relief. 

"So what seems to be the problem?" I asked since the doctor-in-charge was still getting her clipboard and sthetoscope from the station. The four boys looked at each other and seemed to be having a silent conversation. Finally, the one who held curly, the one with a beard told me-

"We just got back from a show and we stayed in our hotel. Since we weren't really tired, we decided to goof around and run around our floor. But the game of tag went pretty intense so we decided to take it to another level." The 3 boys snickered and covered their mouths, trying to contain their laughter.