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"Nice outfits," Daniela examined her from head to toe as she took a seat beside her. "What happen with your old grey T-shirt?" She asked. "Wait, you put up your pants? You're even wearing a belt! Flat shoes! You're wearing flat shoes!"

"Ro threw it somewhere." she replied shortly, ignored the other question. The residents were preparing the morning report and a second-year resident came to her to give her his referral. Megan nodded then opened its content.

"What?!" Daniela asked in surprise.

"She said that grey T-shirt is old and ugly and she doesn't like seeing me in it, so..." She streaked the writing she didn't feel right. "Where the heck these sentences coming from," she mumbled to herself.

"So ,she choose what clothes you'll be wearing?!"

Megan diverted her eyes to saw Daniela looking at her an amuse expression on her face. She increased her brow. "What if she does?"

She shuddered. "You just! Did you just! Megan!" She muffled squeal.

"Alright, morning report begin," the chief of surgery who leaded the morning report today allowed the resident on-call team to presented their report.

Daniela immediately shut up.

"We're so not over this!" The plastic surgeon hissed.

*****

"Please welcome our new fashionistaaa!" Daniela opened the lounge as bowed deeply and let Megan entered first.

"What?" Sophia who was making her coffee turned her head towards her friends. "How the heck?" She laughed. "Megan, are you really wearing that?"

"Sophia!" Manon barged in. "I told you your colon cancer patient is a no go. Why am I seeing her name on schedule boa- Megan what the heck?"

"Is it really weird?" She inspected her clothes. "Why are you guys laughing at me?"

"Woah!" Manon blinked. "You actually look really good." She patted her shoulder. "I never know you have fashion sense in your body."

"Shut up!" Her face and ears redden.

"I told her she looks good, she says I make fun of her!" Daniela laughed her pants off.

"Rory did it, didn't she? There's no way you do it by yourself." Sophia snickered.

"Whatever, I'm going to change!" She brushed aside her friend's contempt as she walked into the changing room and stood in front of full-length body mirror. She scrutinized herself as satisfying smile spread across her face.

"I do look good."

*****

Megan was standing in front of the TV with eyes glued on it watching the breaking news of the fall of an airplane around Bermuda triangle. She let Rory folded up her long sleeve.

Suddenly her phone ringed somewhere. She walked towards the voice source by reflex, making Rory had to get up too to follow her. She picked up the phone. It was her resident reporting a new patient that came from emergency.

"Stay still, Megan," Rory said lowly and continued fixed up Megan's shirt. Megan stopped moving.

"I'll see her tomorrow morning, thank you." She locked her phone. "Ready?" She asked Rory.

"Yeah, let me take my purse first," she ran to her bedroom and stepped out the next minutes with her pink clutch bag.

She was about to start the engine when she spotted a card on the dashboard. She took it and noticed the number.