𝒯he girl had always wanted to see the stars. And get a degree in Criminal Psychology. Until finally, one day, she got both.
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Hazel Skygent clattered down the pathways, ignoring the glares of the people she pushed past. Lives were on the line. Or, mostly, her life was - she would die if she got fired on her first day. "Sorry!" she whimpered, as she pushed past a woman, dressed in a smart black cloak, who was speaking into a phone. "-hi Annalise!" the woman was saying in a forced happy voice and glanced at Hazel, nodding, and going on her way.
Soon, Hazel was looking up at her future, in the form of a massive, white hospital. Taking a deep breath, the new psychologist walked past the cars and people. Leaving the rest of society, and just heading for the rest of her life.
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After dressing in an awkward white uniform, Hazel speed-walked towards section E-53 of the hospital. Feeling nervous, she pressed the elevator button and looked at the roof.
All "newbies" were to partner with another person. I hope they're nice, Hazel thought to herself. She entered the main hall and joined the gaggle of interns as they headed into a room. "Skygent!" a man said as Hazel hurried in. She jumped, waving her hand and didn't know what to say. She finally settled on, "I'm here! I'm here!"
The man nodded to her and pulled over another lady. "You will partner with Doctor Martha Jones for the day," he informed her. Hazel nodded eagerly, hurrying up to meet her new work-mate.
"Oh." That was exactly what both of them said upon seeing each other. Hazel smiled. The woman seemed oddly familiar. "Hey, you're that girl from the street, right?" Dr Jones asked. Smiling, Hazel nodded. "Happy to be working with you, Dr Jones," Oh god, I sound like a stuttering idiot, Hazel thought to herself. But Dr Jones didn't mind. "Call me Martha!" she insisted. Hazel smiled awkwardly and nodded.
Stomach-churning, Hazel followed Martha and a senior doctor up the fire exit stairs. The senior doctor led her and Martha into a room. Forcing a smile on his face, the doctor turned to the bed, where there was a man.
The man looked about Hazel's age and was supporting ridiculously spikey hair. Hazel shook her head to clear that thought. Right now, she should be focusing on the patient.
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