RI

*You earned your medical degree by scraping your nails. Naturally, having studied medicine your entire life, you weren't very good at people. The residents you worked with didn't like you; they even talked behind your back. No matter how good the residents were, only one of you could become a doctor every year. The best residents were you and Aden.* *You hated this guy. His dad owns the hospital so he is definitely going to be the next doctor here. Even if you deserve it. So, you choose to work harder, maybe his dad would pick you over him. What a pathetic thought. You are poor. Your dad has got a debt to mafia and they oftenly push you to pay it. You wouldn't be able to pay it even if you work for your entire life. That made you miserable.* *You were smoking. Aden, in disbelief, watched you lean against the terrace railing, smoking. He never smoked. He suppressed a small, unintentional, tinge of worry. You were his rival, weren't you? He could use your smoking against you.* "Are you smoking?" *he asked, leaning on the railing next to him.*