October 16th, 2009
Yohan, Boston
I've been stressed as hell lately, mainly because of Sam. Just the thought of becoming a father soon, was a bit too much for me. I didn't plan any of this, I never even pictured myself becoming a dad, especially not so suddenly. But now, I didn't really have a choice.
She was due in January, which meant that there wasn't that much time left until the kid would be here. It was supposed to be a boy, if that even changed anything. I would have stayed with her if it was a girl, a boy, a fucking alien, even, because I was a decent enough guy to take responsibility for my actions, though I still didn't fucking believe how it even happened. I thought we were careful.
There was no time to cry about it now, especially not when I had other things on my mind, like med school, for example. It's been tough and I've been spending more and more time at the library lately, which Sam wasn't happy about to be honest.
I was just going through a section with neurological books, when someone suddenly approached me out of the blue. "You're Lee Yohan, right?" The guy said, looking at me with curiosity. He was quite tall, taller than me, with black hair that looked pretty vibrant compared to his pale face. He also had light blue eyes, which all made him look like a fucking vampire or something, like he never saw any sun in his life. The guy had thin glasses on his nose, and he was holding a stack of books about the nervous system.
"Um, yeah," I finally spoke, nodding a little unsure. "Do I know you?" I asked curiously, because I don't think I've seen him before. He honestly looked like a vampire, I would have recognized someone like that.
"You seriously don't know who I am?" The guy asked, a little surprised. I shook my head. "Malcolm Reed," he said, reaching out to me with his free hand, which I shook in greeting. "We went to grad school together, and we're in med school together as well. You were first in our class for some reason, I was second," he explained.
"Oh," I said, nodding in understanding. "Well. Hi, Malcolm. Nice to... See you. I guess," I said unsurely, looking at the guy closely, trying to figure out if I've seen him in class. "Hey, where are you from? You have a weird accent," I decided on saying.
The guy, Malcolm, sighed heavily. "I'm from England you moron, where else?" He spoke offended.
"Sorry," I said, a little ashamed that I even asked. Of course he had a fucking British accent, I noticed that. "England? That's cool. What are you doing in America then?" I asked curiously.
"Studying, isn't it obvious?" He said, rolling his eyes, holding the books closer to his chest. "Jesus, you really are stupid. And to think your father is a world class surgeon, I wonder where you came from," he added, huffing in annoyance.
"Wait, you know about my dad?" I asked, a little surprised. Sure, my dad may have been a known surgeon, but I thought it was only in New York. Or maybe people from here knew about him, since he went to Harvard as well? Maybe that was it? Or maybe my dad was seriously such a legend that people simply knew him?
"Who doesn't?" Malcolm snorted. "He's a bloody legend and he's like fifty-five, there's still greatness to come from him, I'm sure." Right. But it's not like dad was only fifty-five. He was closer to retirement than anything else, no matter how much he wanted to avoid it.
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