Saving Him

Chapter 1

*Lindsay's  POV*

I woke up to the sunlight coming through my window in my New York City apartment. I had just moved here 3 short months ago to pursue my dream of becoming a doctor.

After graduating from Yale, with honors, I had decided this is what I really wanted to do with my life

I wanted to help others who would never be able to help me

I think being in the medical field is something that can be very scary at times. I grew up with rich parents and no one ever viewed me as an individual, they always viewed me for "Daddy's money". I was never viewed as the smart, selfless giving person that I always was and will be.

That's why when I made the announcement that I was going to medical school no one believed it.

"She'll never make it" they said, "there's no way she's smart enough"

I heard the hushed rumors and people whom I believed to be my friends talking terribly about me behind my back.

Thanks to them, I am here today

I taught myself to not give a shit about what anybody else thinks and just do me

I remember thinking that maybe they were right, maybe I shouldn't do it, and that I'm not smart enough to be a doctor. But then I realized I shouldn't give into them & that I can be anything I want to be. No one can stop me

I came from the "Daddy's Money" girl to going home 2 weekends ago and being praised for all of my hard work.

I proved them wrong, all of them and there is no way I will ever let anyone else into my head again.

I am 21 years old, and already have my life together

I shaved about 5 years off from medical school by working extremely hard. I was doing 2 years of school for everybody else's 1 year and in the end all of the staying up until 4 a.m. worked out.

I have only been working at the New York-Presbyterian University Hospital of Columbia and Cornell for about 2 months and I absolutely love it.

I had my time schedules set to where I would have about a month to tour the city and get used to it. That was definitely one of the best decisions I ever made.

I walked downstairs to make a cup of coffee and saw my roommate Kristin asleep on the couch

"Kristin wake up"

She turned over slightly in her sleep only to vomit all over the floor

"Really? Again?" I questioned, her drinking has been a little out of control lately

Kristin is a fellow doctor, she is 27 years old and was a little slower at getting around to being a doctor unlike me.

"I'm sorry" she mumbles as she gets up off the couch and slowly struts to the bathroom

I brush her off and continue to what I came down here to get

Coffee. Coffee. Coffee.

I don't think I would have survived med school or even now without coffee and I will continually praise the man who came up with this until the day I die.

I step off all of my clothes and step into the shower

I begin to hum, just as I always have but today I'm humming "You & I" by One Direction

After washing my body and washing my hair twice I step out of the shower. I have always found showers so relaxing and always remember getting yelled at as a child for taking too long showers.

I dry my body off and walk towards my room

I take out my light blue scrubs and put them on along with my earrings and begin to work on my mess of a hair

After 20 minutes, I finally get my hair into a half decent bun and grab my phone and my keys and go down the stairs

I assume Kristin has already called in sick, again, and I don't wait for her

I shout a goodbye through the house and walk out of the door

I begin my drive to work in the cold, miserable New York rain.