DAISY
FOUR YEARS LATER
It's almost six in the evening; I had showered in the staff's bathroom and dressed back into my pair of jeans and a pink coat over a black turtleneck.
Kay had called earlier, suggesting to wait for him to pick me up instead of Vance, who usually drives me around.
I've passed my MCAT, and I got into Stanford medical school earlier this year; I just started my internship some weeks ago, and surprisedly, it was everything I dreamt of.
Here's a little recap of the past years;
After my mom died, I had almost given up on medical school. Because it felt useless, having no motivation.
Reagan played a part in helping me understand there are other people worth saving. But mostly because of a horrifying event that happened right in front of me.
Yes, horrifying. Ten
