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Park Azara
"Nova, seriously, don't drink too much," I said, attempting to sound more firm this time as I watched her swirl her cocktail with that mischievous grin of hers."Our vacation ends tonight, and from tomorrow, we’re officially interns." I gave her a gentle nudge. "You know what that means, right? No more sleeping in or nursing hangovers till noon."
She rolled her eyes but kept sipping, clearly unfazed. "Come on, it’s just one more drink!" she said, laughing, as if this was just another night in paradise, with no deadlines or responsibilities lurking around the corner.
I sighed, shaking my head with a smile. "Well, if you get tipsy, don't come crying to me when you have to deal with a dozen patients in a fog." I took a careful sip from my own drink, keeping myself in check.
The last thing I wanted was to be one of those interns stumbling into my first day, eyes barely open and mind clouded over. This was our chance, the first step in proving ourselves. Showing up late, dishevelled, or, heaven forbid, reeking of alcohol would only reinforce the doubts people already had about us.
"Relax, we’ll be fine," Nova said, waving a hand dismissively. "We’ve made it through tougher nights than this."
I laughed, but there was a flicker of nerves underneath my amusement. "Maybe, but we were just students then. Tomorrow... it’s different. We can’t just brush things off like before."
She watched me, her grin softening, and I saw a hint of the same nerves I felt in her eyes. "Yeah, I guess so." She set her drink down, the ice clinking softly as it settled, and for a moment, the reality of what lay ahead crept in between us.
I reached for her hand, squeezing it briefly. "Nova, we’ve got this," I said, offering her a smile. "It’s just the start of something new, and we’re more than ready."
She nodded, giving me a genuine smile in return. And just like that, we fell back into easy conversation, the weight of tomorrow still lingering—but with a glimmer of excitement now, too.
I glanced down at my phone for the tenth time in as many minutes, refreshing my inbox, hoping for some official update from the college. Tomorrow felt like this looming presence I couldn’t escape, and I needed details—anything that would reassure me that the rumours weren't true.
But each time I checked, there was nothing. Just an empty inbox and that same unsettling buzz of whispers running through my mind.
The rumours had spread fast. According to the gossip, Mr. Jeon Jungkook himself—yes, the Jungkook—would be one of the surgeons mentoring us directly. As if tomorrow wasn’t intimidating enough already, they were pairing us with some of the most renowned, and by the sound of it, most intimidating, doctors in the field.
