Your POV

''Stop moving! You almost look pretty!'' My little sister argued with me as she tried to put on eyeliner on her older sister, as known as you.

''How are you and Mike doing?'' She suddenly asked you. You knew this day would come since she loved Mike. Your ex-boyfriend.  Your nine-year-old little sister Jeana always used to get excited when I told her Mike would visit. The moment the door would open, she would be ready to jump into his arms and hug the life out of him.

Your eyes began to sting from the upcoming tears. Thinking back to the time you both fought, about the harsh words exchanged, your little sister stopped immediately by putting on the eyeliner. She put it down and quickly threw herself against you, wrapping her tiny arms around your neck.

''Are you okay?'' She asked you, every word dripping with worry. That made your vision blur even more, and you did not want to start crying right now. No, I should tell her.

You slowly pulled away from your little sister before wiping your tears. Mascara, eyeliner, and eyeshadow were all smudged on your sleeve. You looked at your mirror next to the both of you, and it looked like you'd

been crying for days.

''Mike is not coming back. He decided to move on with his life and so do I.'' You told her. She sighed and started putting every back into her tiny pink make-up bag.

''Boys are stupid anyway. You deserve better.'' She replied, and you couldn't help but laugh. Even though she was still nine, she was a very smart girl. You stood up and decided to make yourself ready for your internship at the largest, well-known hospital in New York. Bloomingdale.

As you made your way to the bathroom, you suddenly heard unfamiliar laughter coming from your parents' bedroom.

Making your way to your parent's bedroom, the woman's laughter got louder every time you inched closer to the door. Reaching out for the door handle, you did not hesitate a second before pushing open the door.

To your biggest nightmare, there was your father, laying with your mothers' best friend still in position.

“No, honey. This is not what it looks li-'' Before he could finish his sentence, I already had slammed the door shut in front of me. The things you felt, were unexplainable. Your hands were shaking. Uncontrollably shaking.

Trying to regain your composure, you just made yourself ready and got out of the house.

...

Twenty minutes have passed, and your father hasn't stopped calling and texting you since then. You've called your mother in the meanwhile and told her what happened. You've never heard her scream and cry like that on the phone before, It broke your heart. Your heart broke so much for her because you couldn't imagine what she was going through at the moment.

 No, I should focus now on what I've always dreamt of becoming. Someone who can change people's lives for the better. This is what I've dreamt of doing, and I'm not letting myself fall into the depth of darkness right now. No time for that.

Readjusting yourself and taking a deep breath, you finally reached your destination. Upon arrival, you looked at the name of the hospital, spelling out ''Bloomingdale''.* I hope these two years go well. I cannot mess up.*

Walking up the stairs, you took in the beautiful place in front of you. You were greeted by the janitor that was busy cleaning the windows as you walked into the building. You've never seen such a beautiful and modern hospital as Bloomingdale before.

''Ah, you must be Y/n Garcia. We have been expecting you.'' Someone suddenly said while chewing gum obnoxiously loud in between. Walking up to the secretary who I think had called out to me, she looked me up and down before eyeing her computer and start typing on her keyboard. She must be the one who called out to me, since her mouth kept opening and closing like a cow chewing on hay.

The sound, I just wanna- no Y/n. This is your first day. Don't mess it up by saying something you know nothing will bring you any good. Calm down.

''Mrs. Garcia? You've been assigned to room 4. There will the other interns and your supervisor be waiting for you. You can take the stairs or the elevator. Good luck on your first day.'' The secretary stated before turning her back on you to talk to the other secretaries.

''Thanks.'' You mumble before looking for the elevator.  At this point, you didn't know where you had to look till the janitor from earlier walked up to you.

''Hi, my name is Dean. Are you looking for the elevator?'' The young man asked you.

''How did you know what I was looking for? Sorry I'm new.'' You replied before letting out a breathy chuckle.

''Don't worry, I heard.'' The young man laughed. The man had dirty blonde rough hair, deep blue eyes and the most perfect smile. Wow, this man looked majestic.

''You must go to where you need to be, don't want to keep you away too long. See you around, Y/n.'' He winked at you before leaving me there speechless.

Dean. For sure I'll see you around allot.

You nodded and thanked him after showing you where you had to go.

...

After getting to room 4, you took in a deep breath. Damn it, the supervisor has already started explaining.

You entered the room and everyone's eyes were on you. It felt like your heart dropped into your stomach, thumping like crazy and your mouth going dry as the supervisor turned around, pausing.

''Mrs. Garcia. To what reason couldn't you be here on time?'' The supervisor asked you, taking a seat on his desk. This man. This man was undeniably attractive to the point you couldn't handle him holding eye-contact with you. The supervisor was a tall, quite muscular man. He had dark brown curly hair with an undercut, dark brown eyes- Y/n don't even try and look at his rings.

''Whatever it is, go take a seat next to Alinea.'' The woman next to him hastily interrupted him. Thank god I don't have to be the center of attention right now.

Y/N POV

"So as I was saying, your first day will be officially starting tomorrow. Do not be late." The supervisor resumed, eyeing you for a moment before looking at the other students.

You gulp loudly.

Ofcourse, he would be eyeing me. I was late, but why do I feel nervous at the moment? Is it because of the way he looked at me? Or am I just overthinking it?

"I would like to add that you'll be split into little groups of three people as well. The supervisor that will be guiding you will be notified this afternoon." He stated as he grabbed a marker before taking off the cap

"So make sure you do not miss any announcements you receive in the app. We will not and have not the time to explain what we'll be doing. Your responsibility. Yes?" The woman spoke as she looked at a student who had her hand raised.

The girl had long black hair, put up into a pony-tail. Dark brown eyes with long eyelashes. Why does she look so familiar?

"Can we choose the groups?" She asked before putting down her hand again.

"No, Mr. Axel will be assigning groups." The woman answered. When she moved away from the board, towards the student, you could finally see what her name was. Francesca Bolteaux. That explained the thick accent.

But why was his name not written on the board? Whatever, I might hear it later. I'm too awkward to ask for his name.

"Did that answer your question Rayna? Or do you have other questions?" Francesca asked her, this time crossing her arms defensively. Why did the tone of her voice sounded like she was offended? She didn't say anything wrong, or I could be wrong.

"Yes Ms. Bolteaux." She answered, not breaking any eye-contact. The way she kept looking into the eyes of the woman, showing no fear was a skill you definitely need to possess throughout this year.

"Good. Mr. Axel, you may continue." She said while walking back to where she first stood, next to Mr. Axel.

"Thank you, Mrs. Francesca. As I was saying, you'll be split into little groups of three people as well. The supervisor that will be guiding you will be notified this afternoon. Understood?" Mr. Axel asked, looking at everyone if every student understood.

Everyone nodded.

"Alright. I hope you all really understood what I just said. Misbehave? I'll be sending you off permanently with no chance of getting back. When I do, I do not want to see you here again. Do I catch you here? You'll be facing consequences. As simple as that." Mr. Axel stated, before moving his marker to the whiteboard.

"For the ones who got in here late, my name is José. José Axel. I'm twenty-five and I've been a supervisor at this hospital since I was twenty-one." He wrote down on the whiteboard. You didn't know why, but you were glad you weren't the only one that was late, but who?

Oh It doesn't matter anymore. Why do I care?

"Tomorrow, be here at ten o'clock. But first, Y/n. I wanna talk to you privately. Same for Rayna as well. Have a nice day." He spoke as he put down the marker on his desk.

As everyone started walking out of the classroom, only me and Rayna were staying put. José was cleaning the whiteboard as Mrs. Francesca was picking up some paperwork that was on the desk.

"Mr. Axel? Do you need me to assist—"

"You can go resume your work. Thank you for being here. I'll pick it up from here." José cut her off, grabbing another tissue out of his pocket before cleaning the whiteboard again. How many times is he still going to clean the whiteboard?

She opened her mouth as if she was about to argue but closed it anyway before walking out of the room.

"Alright, I'd first like to talk with Y/n, then you Rayna. You can wait outside the room. When I'm done, I'll call you in." He stated while throwing the tissue into the bin next to the board.

"Okay Mr. Axel." She replied, standing up from her chair before walking off, closing the door behind her.

After she closed the door, you slowly felt your heart beat faster each second that passed by. Since it was now only you and Mr. Axel. It was dead silent.

You could now feel your thrashing heartbeat move into the pit of your stomach, thumping like crazy as you watched him walking over to you while grabbing a chair along the way.

Shoving his chair in front of your table, he took a seat. You watched him take out a notebook from the pocket of his white long coat. Along with a pen.

Oh god, not the write-stuff-down conversation. Conversations like these always gave me anxiety since you knew they would talk about the conversation you had, with third-party.

Most of the time, these conversations always end up with your parents being informed. I hate when that happens.

"So, Y/n. Care to tell me why you were late?" He asked me, finally looking up.

You sigh and think back to what happened. As soon as you did so, you felt your eyes getting watery.

Your heartbeat was slowed down, but not in a comforting way, this time it was hurting. You started to feel like a huge amount of tears were building up, ready for you to explode into tears.

"Are you okay Y/n?" He asked you. That was it. Those four words were enough for you to let it all out. You knew you shouldn't have been thinking back to what happened and yet you still did.

José stayed quiet as he did not make a single comment, which made things even more awkward, hearing yourself sniffle and sob like a baby.

"I just had a rough start of the day." You managed to say in between the inhumane sobs escaping your lungs. This is so awkward, I'm hiccuping. I cannot form a sentence when I hiccup. I need to get out of here.

Your phone started ringing again. It was your dad for how many times now? Hundredth time?

You let it ring since your father was the last person was that you wanted to talk to. After a while, he stopped calling before seeing on your phone ninty-eight missed calls from dad.

"I can help y—"

"I need to get out. I'm sorry. I'll see you tomorrow Mr. José." You spoke, cutting his sentence off before he could finish what he wanted to say.

You stood up and grabbed your phone. Before you could leave, he grabbed your wrist.

You paused at the contact and looked back at him. Not even caring anymore how you looked. He looked at you for a moment but after that, he slowly let go and turned away from you.

"See you later." He said.

You left the room and went straight to the bathroom. As you got in, you looked at yourself into the mirror while putting your phone next to the sink.

Later? What did he mean with later? Maybe he just meant tomorrow but said later. Ugh what is my life?

After a while, you saw on your phone that your dad was calling you again while spamming you with messages. You turned off your phone before washing your face.

"Do you need water?"

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