Chapter 46
The Dean
(Maya’s POV)
The final slide clicked off the screen, and I lowered the remote, feeling that familiar mix of exhaustion and satisfaction wash over me. Forty pairs of eyes stared back at me, some glazed with fatigue, some sharp with curiosity, and more than a few full of admiration that made me uncomfortable.
“And that,” I said, setting the remote on the podium, “is the progression protocol for hamstring rehabilitation following a grade two tear. Remember, patience is your best tool. If your patient rushes, you’ll do more harm than good.”
A few heads nodded, pens scratching furiously against paper. Others just looked relieved that the two-hour seminar was finally over.
“Questions?” I asked.
A boy in the front row raised his hand, his dark curls falling into his ey
