౨ৎ in which aliya levine begins her third year of surgical residency with overbearing parents, an ex who left her heartbroken, a green eyed rich boy, a chaotic best friend and a pair of twisted sisters.
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chapter twenty nine━don't deceive me (please don't go) season seven, episode thirteen
❝ that resolution was so last year. ❞ ⠀
trigger warning! this chapter has characters who suffer from alzheimer's
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"You know," April said through panting and gasping for breath, running alongside both Aliya and Trent, inhaling the ice cold air of Seattle. "When you said we'd do something, just the three of us, I didn't expect—"
The Kepner woman gasped again, because running and talking didn't really go hand in hand.
And, what Aliya needed right now was in fact silence.
The week had proved hellish, to say the least.
However, Aliya couldn't exactly be mad about it, seeing as it probably was all of her fault, even though she was too proud to admit it.
Firstly, she broke up with her boyfriend. Then, she had a very public spat with him, labelled a "war" by med students.
Med students!
Freaking med students.
Aliya gritted her teeth as her trainers pounded on the pavement, her new hobby of running proved very therapeutic to say the least.
"Don't get me wrong," April rambled, her cheeks pink and her lips blue. "It's great."
"You don't sound too convinced." Trent smirked wide, specks of rain sticking to his dirty blonde hair as he ran into her side so their hips bumped together.
April giggled, wrapping her arms around his arm, pressing her cheek into his shoulder.
Aliya seemed to unconsciously pick up the pace, trying to get rid of the couple trailing behind her.
"Let me point out," Aliya spoke up, her head pounding in her skull with every time her sneakers hit the sidewalk. "I didn't actually invite you."
"I know." Trent pointed out with a shrug of his shoulders, kissing April gently and delicately on her flushed cheeks. "We just thought you'd might like some company."
The brunette woman frowned. "Running is usually an independent activity."
"But, you haven't exactly—" Trent trailed off, casting a look to April who just simply shrugged, an uneasy look on her face.
