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I didn’t think I would ever ad All of the it with —in that moment I kind of wished I was a badass doctor, too

At least now I can think of a way to apologize to him, and a sketch

Eli

I dropped loves I still had on, before falling onto the couch in the attending’s lounge My whole body ached, and not in the way I liked It had been one of those days that just kept kicking you when you were already down I had been feeling like crap for a week and I had no idea why

“God, what is that smell?” I heard someone say as they entered

I didn’t lift my arm from over my eyes “That would be the trash and my shoes” More from my shoes than the trash, but whatever

“Yep” He hway accident?”

Nodding, I tried to drown out the voice of Dr Ian Seo, a plastic surgeon attending of both Korean and American decent whose calm and relaxed voice frustrated me to no end Every day he enjoyed a fresh, home-cooked lunch he'd had tieon He would take his ti on, sucking fat fro a few breast and butt lifts before calling it a day Every time I saw him, I wondered why I too had not chosen the path of serenity that was plastics

Because I would gouge outupright, then rolled urt, his black hair pulled into a saze on one by five”

“Aw, you noticed?”

“How can I not? That’s when ot up and headed to my locker

“You are hurtful”

“I know” I s attention to him, I was surprised to find a pair of navy and white Nikefor me

What in the hell? The note on the laces read:

Dr Davenport,