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“Hey Fran, you should come to the intern party tomorrow. I think it will be a lot of fun, a good way to celebrate a week of chaos.” “I will definitely think about it, but I do have a lot to do.” “Yeah, definitely.” Being a caner patient made me think long and hard about my choices. I always thought everything through so I don’t end up in remission. A party sounds fun though, this week has been a living hell. I’ve got to witness a lot . After debating the party for what seemed like an eternity, I decided I should go. After all, I was trying to fit in. I also didn’t want to be known as the girl who turned down the intern party. This was to celebrate the success of the interns first week at the hospital. Most people don’t make it this far, but my fellow interns and I made it together. Which let me tell you, wasn’t very easy.
It was the night of the party. I had my dressed picked out, it was pink and black. It was flirty, but still respectable. This was going to be the night I would never forget. I was never much for parties, my studies always got in the way of fun. I couldn’t let down my parents after all the work they did to get me here. I called Ericka to pick me up. I was finishing my hair and makeup when I heard her come inside. “Fran?” “Up here Ericka, I’m almost ready.” “Okay, I’ll keep the car running, just meet me outside.” “Sounds like a plan. I shan’t be long.” I always loved my theatrics. I walked downstairs and made my way to Ericka, who was waiting outside. “You look so beautiful, Hun.” “Thank you Ericka, you look beautiful too.” She smiled as we drove away into the night.
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A week later, and many dead bodies later, Erika and I tried to save our small corner of our world. I felt like a failure. I was found in one of the rooms, I was crying alone. Dr. Montez walked in. “Oh, honey. What’s happened?” “I feel like such a failure, everyone I try to save just passes on.” “You’ll get many of those. It happened to me when I was your age. Did you know that I had a nickname? I was known as the Intake Killer.” “You were?” “Yeah, I wasn’t the best at my job, but I pushed through.” Dr. Montez gave me a little nudge and told me to get back out there. I didn’t know what to think, death was everywhere. She was a good doctor, the best I’ve seen. Hell, Dr. Montez saved my life. If she was worse than I am, and she pulled through, that must mean I can too. I walked out to see a patient on a gurney, but no one around. I took a second to debate whether or not I should help him. I went to the nurses station to ask about him. “Who does he belong too? He’s been alone here for a few minutes now.” “The driver left him here because everyone else was busy, can you take him?” I grabbed him and pulled him into his new room.
His name was Darren, he was in an automobile accident. He was 27 and hypotensive, so I called for help. I was lucky to get my attending and my best friend to help with the assist. “Good work, Fran, you saved this guy. He’s lucky you found him here. I thought someone else had him, but no one came. Proud of you.” “Yeah, Fran, you are a miracle worker. This guy could have died had you walked the other way. Ericka and I became the best of friends, it didn’t take long. We had so many things in common, she grew up the same way I did. We both came from a rich family, but money wasn’t everything. Most of it got saved for rainy days, or went to charity. It felt good to relate to someone new, also to have a friend in a big place. Sometimes I still got scared, but I never faltered. I was afraid to mess up, I could feel my mother watching down on me. Being an intern was a big responsibility, I had to watch my health along with others.
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Chapter 1
Monitors are beeping everywhere, but I’m not the patient anymore. Twelve years through medical school did a number on me. My name is Fran, and this is my story. I was five when I was diagnosed with skin cancer, all those days by the pool might have been a bad idea. I went through many trials of chemotherapy before my doctor cleared me. After ten years of fighting, I finally won the battle. College was difficult but I pushed through. My inspiration to follow through was my previous doctor, Dr. Montgomery. She had a soft spot for children, I hoped she remembered me. If she didn’t I would t hold it over her.
Today was my first day and I was an intern at Mitchell Hospital. I was finishing paperwork on a patient when I heard a scream behind me. “Francesca Santiago? Is that really you? I remember when you were a patient here many years ago!” “Dr. Montez , it’s so wonderful to see you again. I believe I get to train under you, this should be fun.” “Ah yes, you are one of my new ones aren’t you?” I finished the patient’s paperwork and continued to walk with my new teacher.
She gave me a tour of the facility, I knew most of it from living here for years under chemo. No, today she went further into the hospital, the places I never got to go as a child. I met some of the other doctors, and learned where the materials were. When we were finished, she took me to the locker room. “This is where you will change for work, you will also get to meet your new coworkers.” “Okay, sure. I’m excited to meet everyone. My mother would have been so proud of me.” “She would have been, I heard what happened. I’m sorry for your loss.” “It’s okay, really, it happened so many years ago.” She looked at me frankly and walked away.
I turned in to the locker room. I see many younger adults like I am. I walked to where my locker was, it was in the middle of the crowd. “Hey, I’m Fran. It’s nice to meet you guys.” “Aren’t you the girl who had cancer? How could you even afford college with that hospital bill?” A young girl said. “I’m Ericka, sorry for the questions, I’m always so forward.” “I get it, my mom paid for everything before she got into her accident. She already had the college fund saved up for me. I know kids aren’t that lucky.”
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Maddie and the Three Fantastic Heros
The Fight
Layla and I were able to get the Dragon out of hiding. It didn’t take long at all. The Dragon blew its fire breath at Layla. “Layla! Are you okay?” No answer was given. “NOO!” I was in tears, but I couldn’t give up. I continued to fight, but it was no use. “Maddie, use your imagination!” I heard Sarah from a distance. Of course she would tell me to use my imagination. “Use the sword to slice its tummy.” I heard Noah say. Then Layla came too, and she agreed with the other girls. I used my imagination and sliced the Dragon in its stomach. The Dragon fell to the ground, and I had not been defeated.
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Maddie and the Three Fantastic Heros
Afraid of Birds
She answered the door and greeted me with a hug. (She was always my favorite friend.) “Hey Maddie! What adventure are we planning today?” “Dragon Hunting, I noticed this beast while I was sitting outside, soaking in the sunshine.” “Oh no! A Dragon? That’s scary!” “You’re afraid of a giant bird?” I asked Layla. “Yes, because they can burn you up with their fire breath.” I shrugged her answer off. She was so silly at times, but she was a good friend. We geared up in armor and hid with our weapons. We tried to get the creature to come out of hiding.
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Maddie and the Three Fantastic Heros
Perfectly Imperfect Friends
My name is Madeline, all my friends call me Maddie, and today I’m slaying a dragon. I have three friends total, I know its not a lot but at least I know they are true. My friends are Sarah, Layla, and Noah. We all live in Evergladden, the town with no adults. This also means that we have no rules or laws to follow. I guess when we grow up we move away? Oh well. I walked to Sarah’s house, but she didn’t answer. She was probably napping, like always. Where to go next? This was probably the time for Noah’s podcast, so let’s try Layla.
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