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Quin's POV

“Can I accompany you?” I ask, walking behind him, not wanting to let him go, nor leave.

Mr. Handsome continues to walk without acknowledging him. “I’m a doctor.” I add, trying to gain his attention, forgetting not to walk so close to him. I end up bumping him with my forehead on his back, and it's the hardest thing my tiny head has ever bumped on.

“Sorry,” I mutter, taking a step back, trying to maintain myself and act normal.

He turns around, and utters, "Lady, I appreciate your help, but I will be fine.” in juiciest, dripping voice I've ever heard. It was hoarse, yet constant, deep, but audible. I didn't know velvet voices existed until today.

“It’s Dr. Quinzel Khaleel O’Conner.” I mumble, bringing myself back to earth before I could go under.

“Miss Quin, I appreciate your help, but I will take it from here.” He smiles, he leaves, and I just stand there,  frozen. I lift my hand to wave goodbye, but I immediately hit it with the other hand.

"Quin, what are you doing here? Are you okay?" Dawn questions. I don't even know when she came, all I could do is nod.

"You sure?" she continues,"You seem off, and weird." I nod again, clearly oblivious to what she was saying.

"And I don't believe you one bit. Ever since we entered the gates of this school, and you haven't been normal. Come on, talk to me," she begs as she stands in front of me, and levels her face to mine as I was a bit taller than her when I had high heels on.

"I met a man." and it's all I can say.

"Well, no snap sherlock you met a man." She mutters, dismissing what I said, but a second later, as if she's finally realizing what I just said, she turns to me in utmost shock and asks, "Wait, what man? and where did you meet this man? Is he handsome, got any kids? You know what, never mind, we will talk about this later. We have to go back inside, the parents are waiting for your speech." She attacks me with questions, but then comes back to her senses that we were in school.

I take a breath in and out for a second, fix my shirt and skirt, and walk inside with utmost confidence and grace, ready to save all the little ones that make it worth it to wake up each morning.

***

The presentation went well. After I was finished, I rushed to work as the time I had asked for had already expired and I was already ten minutes late.

When I got to work, I had three interns assigned to me. Layla Snyder, Tomas blue, and Altair Young.

"How long are you guys going to be with us?" I start, as they follow behind me after I had changed my shoes into flat shoes.

"Two years," Tomas replies and I can sense that there is a smile on his face.

"Great-," I turn around and face them and we stop walking.

"I have some ground rules for you guys to follow and I promise we will have a productive environment to work in if you guys follow these instructions accordingly. Is that okay with you guys?" They all nod their heads and I smile.

"Okay, so rule number one, don't assume something just because you are fresh from school and your head knowledge is quite broad and the practicals you did were convincing. Human lives are different and they respond differently to medicine and to situations they are thrown into, patients and parents alike, treat them as such. Therefore, always have a doctor beside you to assist you for the first few months until I say so, is that clear ?" they all nod and I continue.

"Rule number two, never give patients medicine when they want it and the dose they would prefer. We went to school so we can be sure of what they need and don't need. We basically know what's best for their health, and since they are here, we are the ones who have the final say. And so, with that in mind, the only medicine you will give out will be prescribed by a doctor or by myself, is that understood?"

"what if the patient is in pain and you know exactly what to give them?" Tomas jumps in and asks.

"And what is rule number 1?" I raise a question instead.

"Always have a doctor beside you," he starts.

"And?" I urge him to continue.

"Our head knowledge is different to human lives," he adds. "Therefore should be treated as such." he ends off.

"And I assure you, that is something you should respect and learn to live by. All patients have doctors assigned to them because they may have medicine they are allergic to, and others, medicine they need to detoxify off. Who are you to decide what is good for that patient when you have no idea what they should or shouldn't have?" I question. "If you find a patient who is having trouble with anything, as impractical as it sounds, report it to the nearest docter who will conduct a proper diagnosis, is that clear?" At this, he looks away and mutters a sorry.

"You should learn to be quick on thought, not words nor actions because those two could end a life. In this hospital, we treasure patience the most as it's value saves lives." I explain to him, patting his shoulder and continuing.

"Rule number three, know everything about your patients, like the little lines on the palm of your hands. Their names and surnames, blood types, allegerics, and what medicine they should and shouldn't have. What they came in for and where possible, what plan the doctors are planning towards that patient ." I inform them.

"Is that even possible?" Layla asks, in what sounded like a whisper instead.

"yes, it is sweetheart. If you put your mind to it, it's very much possible." I smile at her. "The last rule is to enjoy yourself. Learn all that you can, and create friendships if you desire, but don't be so attached to your patients. Sometimes things don't go the way they should, and your heart should always be prepared for anything." I advise them.

"In case of death, you mean?" Altair cues.

"Yes, in case of death." I nod. "Right, now that we got that out the way, do you guys have any questions?"

"Totally unrelateable to this conversation, were you born with silver hair?" Tomas probes.

"Curious much?" they all nod and I chuckle. "Well, first off, it's platinum hair and yes, I was born with this shade of hair and yes, my eyes will change color from time to time, don't be shocked when it does. " I inform them.

"What shades do they change into?" Layla questions.

"It depends. But it's mostly tortoise blue, A****n green, and sometimes a shade of grey when I'm angry." I casually state.

"Wait, your eyes change color based on your mood?" Altair jumps in, making all of us jump in a scare.

"Well, now that you say it like that, yes. It does." I turn around and start walking. "Follow along children, we have a colorful ahead," They follow as instructed.

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