curettes (curettes) wrote in dunhavenic, @ 2017-09-08 22:12:00 |
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The keys to Jiya’s Hyundai were dropped in its non-designated spot on the table. She probably should have hung it up with the other keys, because she knew that tomorrow morning would be a scramble to find them if they were anywhere else. But Jiya was exhausted. It may have been close to the end of the summer, but it was still summer, nonetheless. And the weather was still warm enough for enough people to be outside that there were, of courses, trauma causes that involved gunshot wounds, stabs to the chest, or motor vehicle collisions. People needed to stop all of that, seriously. Jiya mumbled a goodnight as one of her more nocturnal housemates came down the stairs as she headed up. She got out of her scrubs, changing into pajamas and fell right into bed. It took some time staring at the ceiling. It was that kind of tired where you were too tired to fall asleep right away, and your brain racked through the memories of the work day instead for quite some time. When she finally drifted off, it was about twenty minutes later, but she eventually began to dream. A great deal of her dream was familiar at first. The science, the study of the human body, the hands-on training, suturing up an incision after the purpose of the surgery had been completed. All of that, she learned in school, and then continued to learn after leaving school and starting work, because any science that had to do with the human body was always changing. Something else was being discovered all the time, Jiya was aware of this. Especially as someone who consistently had to take continuing education classes every year. But, these were not the classes she took in New York or even in England. These weren’t nursing classes and yet, they still felt eerily familiar. The structure of the classes in her dream had more rigidity to it, as though they were more or less government run. Or they were actually government run. There was more to the dream other than the classes, which would be much to Jiya’s relief when she woke, because she knew she was more than just classes and work, classes and work. There were pranks, that weren’t particularly harmful but made her frown, nonetheless, and the name Milton that made her frown even more. The last thing she saw before she woke up early next morning, however, was a young boy sitting next to her as her lab partner, holding out his hand. “I’m Leo. But, Fitz is fine too.” |