‘I always thought that being the first youngest general surgeon who in no more than a year specialized and turned to a cardiothoracic surgeon in the country was a great honor. It felt exceptional when I heard the compliments from my seniors and even when I got exciting emails from famous professors. I’m in my late twenties now but everything feels just like yesterday.
I do enjoy my work. I don't have any complaints. Saving patients and seeing the smiles on their faces warms up my heart. However, the only difficulty I face is when the patients don't match with the heart donors that are available simply because that reduces the time they have left to live in this world. Their families and friends tear up for hours while paying a visit and some won't even leave the hospital.
She is the most cheerful person I’ve met in a long time. Unlike other patients, she smiles all the time, she chats with the nurses and doctors, she cracks jokes, she is funny and she is definitely pretty. She always catches my attention even if I'm far away from her room. I always stop at her window and just look at her for a minute. She is pretty even when asleep. I always wondered “who is she?”
She is an amazing guitarist, an awesome daughter and an unbeatable student at university. I assume that she is close to her brother as he’s the one dropping her and picking her up from the hospital when she gets admitted and discharged. I don't even know her much but I still feel bad. Though it doesn't look like her family is short of money, she still looks down and stressed at times and so I guess she keeps getting weak because of the pressure she feels.
I feel speechless and confused when I ask myself: “why do I care?” I never happened to have so much interest in someone let alone a female. It's worrisome yet pleasing.