𝗔𝗻𝗷𝗮𝗮𝗻𝗶 𝗠𝗼𝗵𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗮𝘁

chapter 3(The Cost of Being Late, One Princess's Lesson)

As Amyrah dashed through the bustling streets toward the police station, her heart raced with anxiety and urgency. The early morning sun cast long shadows across the pavement, illuminating the busy scene around her. She had only ten precious minutes left to reach the hospital for her orientation, and the thought of being late sent her pulse quickening. The morning had spiraled into chaos after an unexpected accident had derailed her plans.

The police station loomed ahead, its brick facade a stark reminder of the bureaucratic hurdles she needed to navigate. The air was filled with the sounds of ringing phones, murmurs of officers discussing cases, and the occasional echo of a door slamming shut. Amyrah felt her stomach twist in knots as she pushed through the heavy glass door, the cool air inside contrasting sharply with the warmth outside. 

"Excuse me!" she called out, her voice rising above the ambient noise. She approached a police officer, a tall man with a serious demeanor, his uniform crisp and professional. "I'm late for my hospital orientation. I was in an accident, and I need to get to the hospital quickly."

The officer, furrowing his brow, took a moment to assess her. "Let me check the CCTV footage," he said, gesturing for her to wait. He turned to a small screen in the corner of the reception area, his fingers deftly navigating the controls. After a few tense moments, he nodded to his colleagues, and they huddled together to discuss the footage.Finally, he turned back to her, offering a reassuring smile. "It's not your fault. Go ahead. You have three minutes left."

Relief washed over her like a cool breeze, but frustration bubbled just below the surface. As she hurried toward the exit, she muttered under her breath, "If I ever see that guy in the car who caused this, I swear I'll take him to jahanam (hell) for making me late."Mounting her scooter, she felt the engine roar to life beneath her, and a rush of adrenaline surged through her veins. The world around her blurred as she weaved through the traffic, dodging cars and pedestrians alike. The wind whipped through her hair, carrying away the morning's frustration, and as she focused on the road ahead, determination replaced her anxiety.

Upon arriving at the hospital, she was enveloped by the antiseptic smell that filled the air, mingling with the faint scent of fresh flowers from a nearby waiting area. The imposing structure loomed above her, its glass facade reflecting the bright sunlight and casting a stark contrast against the busy backdrop of the city. Heart pounding, she rushed inside, scanning the environment filled with bustling medical staff in crisp white coats, each one a harbinger of the challenges and responsibilities that lay ahead.

"Excuse me! Can you tell me where the orientation hall is? I'm ten minutes late!" she gasped, her voice breathless as she approached a nurse who was organizing files at the reception desk.The nurse, with her hair tied back neatly and a warm smile, glanced up from her work. "Just down that hallway and to the left," she instructed, her voice soothing and kind. "You'll find the orientation room right at the end."

With a quick thank you, Amyrah sprinted toward the room, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and dread. Each step felt heavy as she contemplated the implications of being late on her first day.

As Amyrah stepped into the room, the atmosphere shifted. The weight of countless eyes fell upon her, each intern turning to look, but none more intimidating than the doctor standing at the center of the stage. His towering presence dominated the room, and his sharp gaze immediately locked onto her. The world around her seemed to blur, but his figure stood out, crystal clear and imposing.