Med School

Chapter 8

25/12/2011, 05.01pm

It's here. It's FINALLY here. I am 1 minute into my Christmas holidays and let me just say, my body has accumulated all the fatigue and stress of the past few months and is ready to give up. I can barely make it to my dorm door before my brain begins shutting off.

I open the door, throw my bad across the room and collapse into my bed. I just about managed to shut the door and as I lie down, I feel all the sleep drift away? I swear, this must be some kinda scientific phenomenon or something because here I am trying to give my brain some sleep but nooooo, now is when it decides to be wide awake.

I groan in frustration and reach under my bed for my laptop. Well, if I can't force my brain to sleep, at least I can catch up on some Brooklyn Nine-Nine or something. Just as I start the episode, I hear massive SLAM!

For someone with the upper body strength of a noodle, as you can imagine, I do not feel confident with dealing with a home invader. I slowly lift my head out of the cocoon I made with my duvet and look around my room.

Huh. The sound was from outside.

I step out of the bed, immediately start shivering, and make my way to my door. I peer out of the eyehole and everything seems normal, but being the curious idiot I am, I open my door.

And I am met with a door, hanging off of its hinges and a stormy looking Aiden, stomping across the length of his room.

"Um, hey. Did the Hulk make his way through here or something...?" Aiden glares at me.

"I'm really not in the mood for your little jokes" Aiden says as he continues to pace around his room.

"Okay, sorry, bad judgement on my part. But seriously, you okay? You obviously don't need to tell me what happened but I just wanted to make sure you don't, you know, murder someone."

Aiden looks at me. I gulp.

He walks over to me and in a low tone says, "I appreciate the effort, but honestly, just not today."

And with that, he walks out of his room and makes his way out of the dorm building.

I wish I knew what was remotely going on, but men are seeming to be this fascinating species who have absolutely no communication skills whatsoever.

Meh, back to Netflix binging I go!

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Wow, it's been more than a year since I last updated.... I legit forgot about this story until I randomly remembered Med School and I didn't think anyone read this.... but I saw that some people do and I thought maybe a quick little update would grant me a lil' bit of redemption for my forgetfulness (soz i am a mess).

Anyways, thank you so much for even reading this?? I started his when I was like 14, and had no idea about life itself, so coming back to this is super weird but also strangely comforting.

Comment and vote, if you feel like it!

Till next time, lads!