This Is Who I Am

Chapter Three

Edward's P.O.V

The only thing I knew since I had the dream almost three months ago is that I can't possibly ask my mother or Alice if I knew someone with the name of Ava. One, because I'm sure they wouldn't know, they would have told me if I was with someone named Ava. Two, because if I was... Wouldn't that mean she would be here now? There's also a part of me that tells me that perhaps she isn't real, maybe I made her up. I can never see her face, I only see her form and her hair... Her hair always changes from brown-ish to blonde-ish. I've been dreaming about her a lot, seeing her in my dreams, telling me to get up, it's time to get up and move. It's almost like I can feel her warm hands on my back when she touches me and her breath hitting the back of my neck when she whispers to me...

I shake my head from the thought and park the car in front of the UCSF Medical Center here in San Francisco. After retaking my MCAT test and passing it, to my shock, I was allowed back into medical school. My mother made sure to get all my paper work and things from Chicago sent here in order to complete my registration. The night classes were great help, but both my teacher and I knew that it was all review for me. I understood everything that was put in front of me, knew the answer to every question, everything. It was as if it never left my mind. I knew what I had to do. That's why they asked me to retake the test and when I passed it, they let me take over from where I left off.

I'm two years behind since I stopped after the accident, if it hadn't been for that I would finish medical school this year. I don't mind being two years behind, I have that chance I wanted to get my life back on track, even if that means it'll take a little longer. I'm not going to deny that I almost backed off at the idea of becoming a doctor when they said it would take my three to seven years to get my residency, but I like helping other people and I think that's good enough reason for me to suck it up and just get it over with.

I walk in the hospital, wearing the uniform they gave me and go down the hall where the students usually gather up before class start. They're letting us treat patients, starting off small and training us. Taking out blood and things like that, it's simpler that it seems. One of my new friends, Emmett, greets me when I walk in and motions me to join him. He's a cool guy, he always has something smart to say about our other mates and never looses his sense of humor. It's fun to hang out with someone beside my own family, to finally have a friend. He's about my height, slightly bigger around the arms and his black hair is cut military style.

"Ready to take out some blood?" He asks as we walk down the busy halls of the hospital.

I snort. "As ready as I'll ever be."

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It's our lunch break and Emmett can't stop making fun of this one man he took blood from. The poor man almost passed out at the sight of his own blood and Emmett had to get him some sweets in order to calm him down. He found it both amusing and relatable, since he claims he tried not to throw up himself when he saw it coming out. I listen silently to his funny comments, laugh when I'm supposed to and agree to whatever he says just for the hell of it. Fuck, I really need to work on my social skills.

I look at the door of the cafeteria when I see her walk in. It's that one girl I helped months back when her car was off by the side of the road, only instead she's now in a Mini Mouse scrubs, her chestnut hair is pulled in a high ponytail and her eyes look tired, as if she hasn't slept for many hours. Nobody around her catches her attention as she walks to one of the empty tables in the cafeteria and takes a seat, letting her head rest against the cold table.

"Who are you looking at?" Emmett follows my stare when he realizes I wasn't paying attention to him and looks at the girl, whose name I'm trying really hard to remember. "Oh, her. Pretty, huh?"