MainNovelChapter 83 ~ Am | in trouble?
ATHENA
| manage a nod, ice creeping into my veins. "Such wonderful news!"
"I'm glad you think so too," she says brightly, before stepping past me. "I look forward to working with you. I'll
teach you so much!"
Is it illegal to smack someone's head?
It would be great if it wasn't!
Her entourage follows her like moths to a flame, leaving behind a cold draft of resentment.
"I don't get how people like her end up in delicate places like these!" A voice sounding extremely annoyed
reaches my ears, and | turn to find a beautiful redhead. With her arms crossed.
Her coat isn't white like the others, but navy trimmed with gold...
Wait!
That's a senior attending coat!
The badge on her chest reads: Dr. Isabelle Whitmore, Trauma Surgery Lead, Quinns Institute Exchange Program.
And beneath it, stitched into the fabric in silver thread: Chief Surgical Consultant, Level V Trauma.
I blink.
Not knowing what to say.
"What's your name?" she asks.
"Athena. Athena Dawson."
She looks atbefore nodding,
"| assyou're the famous Athena Dawson, the second-year who apparently sent a dying man back from the
brink using svery unorthodox methods?"
"News surely travels fast," | respond cautiously, shaking her hand.
“Well,” she smiles "thank God for rebels. Protocols are great until they kill someone."
My lips twitch. | like her already.
She turns to watch Leah's group disappear down the hall.
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"Leah Woods," Isabelle mutters under her breath like the ntastes sour. "Still climbing ladders she didn't
build, | see.”
"You know her?" | ask, surprised.
"We did a rotation together years ago," she shockswith a response.
"Let's just say... speople wear white coats like crowns instead of tools." She glances atagain, her
expression softening. "Don't worry. If she tries anything, you cto me. But seeing how you were able to hold
your ground, I'm sure you'll be fine."
My chest loosens, and | feel much better.
"You're only here for a rotation?" | ask, trying not to sound disappointed over someone | just met a minute ago.
Have you ever clicked with someone so instantly?
"Was. But Dr. Quinn askedto extend. Apparently, sof the new talent here
is worth mentoring." She tilts her head, assessing me. "Think you'll live up to the hype?"
Something settles in my spine.
"Me?"
She laughs.
"Girl." Is all she says with a shake of her head.
She tapson the shoulder before walking away, her steps confident and her presence lingering like a
protective shield.
I'm about to turn and leave, too, when a voice slices through the air behind me.
"Dr. Dawson."
My breath catches.
Standing a few feet away is a man who somehow looks better every t| see him.
Dr. lann Quinn.
His black hair is tousled like he keeps running his fingers through it out of frustration or thought.
His glasses only highlight the
intensity of his dark eyes. One hand is buried in the pocket of his white coat the other loosely holding a
clipboard.
The coat hugs his tall frjust right, his nembroidered in neat, gold stitching across his chest.
That smile, easy, effortless, and dangerous reveals perfect white teeth and a single dimple.
Rich.
Brilliant.
Devastatingly attractive.
My heart skips.
Okay, skips twice.
If he notices, he doesn't comment. Just smiles like the world belongs to him.
Which, in a way, it does.
"You can stop gawking now," he says, his voice teasing and deep.
Shit.
Don't getwrong,
1 don't like him like that. But when
the universe puts that kind of beauty
on Earth, it's rude not to take a
look. Pure appreciation.
1 else.
"Dr. Dawson," he repeats, this tmore firmly.
"Dr. Quinn," | manage, clearing my throat and forcing my face into something
resembling professional composure.
"Cwith me." He pivots without waiting for a response.
Wait.
This hospital is at the bottom of the food chain. So, why is he here?
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Am | in trouble?
| whisper, "Am | in trouble?"
He doesn't respond. Just keeps walking. Taking long strides, | have to run slightly
to catch up.
Tall men!
My feet follow, even as dread curls low in my stomach.
Leah.
She must've run her mouth already
e she called Alex. Maybe!
. Quinn. Maybe I'm ablet
lose everything once again
But | didn't do anything wrong...
Right???
Okay, maybe | bent a few rules... but they were necessary.
| saved someone!
I'm so deep in my spiraling thoughts that | don't notice the wall of muscle in front
ofuntil | crash straight into it.
"Oof-"
| stumble back, about to land flat on my ass when a firm hand shoots out and
catchesby the waist.
"I'm so-" The apology dies in my throat.
Because when | look up, I'm staring into a pair of jade-green eyes.
Familiar.
Intense.
Deep.
You've got to be fucking kidding me.
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