The hospital corridors rang with their silence, echoes of footfalls and hushed whispers only enhancing the somewhat lifeless ambience of a place of healing. She had never really liked hospitals, having spent too much of her childhood within their walls. How she had ended up in medicine sometimes boggled her own mind, but she had ultimately chosen this field in order to stay out of home as much as possible.<br/><br/>Home had never been a happy place for Jaydin McNeil. She had lost her parents to a car crash at an early age and after bouncing around in various foster homes, she’d been sent to live with her uncle in a rundown duplex that he owned. What she had thought was her own family wanting to care for her turned out to be a desire for the life insurance checks that would come his way until she became of age. Her parents’ will stipulated she’d only come into her inheritance at the age of thirty. Until then the only withdrawals she could make was towards her education, which meant that she had to stay with her alcoholic uncle well into her adulthood. It made dating extremely difficult (not that she did much of that anyway) since it was awkward bringing a grown man home to another one passed out on the couch in his underwear. Though he had never actually touched her, Jaydin had caught Terence staring at his niece on more than one occasion and having two adults of the opposite sex (neither of which was having much of it) made for many an awkward moment.<br/><br/>She had been a romantic at one point, but now she simply felt… jaded. At the age of twenty-six, she had only ever slept with two people: the boy she’d lost her virginity to at seventeen and then a brief boyfriend in her first year in university. She had caught him in bed with her roommate after four months and that had been the end of it—with him and other men. Oh, she had been told she was pretty before, but the truth was she never felt like she was. Men never really stared at her, or paid her much attention when she walked past them. Maybe it was because she wore baggy hoodies and kept her dirty blonde locks tied up in a bun. She hardly accessorized and she wore very little makeup. Her breasts, a perky C, seemed smaller in her loose sweaters and her hips were narrower than she liked, her thighs less plump than the Kardashians.<br/><br/>She often heard her hot friends talk about hot people problems and if she were to be honest, she was jealous of them from time to time. No one ever sought her out in a club, no one ever approached her on the subway or in a coffee shop and she had never been<i>pursued</i>. She had never been chased and made to feel desirable in a way that made her feel irresistible. Often while alone in bed, Jaydin would imagine that she was pinned down by a man (or men) and made to do unspeakable things for them. The fantasies always brought heat to her cheeks and she knew that if anyone discovered her darkest desires, she’d die of shame. It was something she’d never admit to out loud.<br/><br/>Snapping out of her reverie, Jaydin paused in front of a door and realized she had reached her destination. She had been accepted as an intern and St. Francis Hospital and was here to meet her supervisor, a Dr. Kaiser Dhaal for the first time. She was wearing nurse’s scrubs over an old T-shirt and a pair of skinny jeans, her hair tied back as usual, glasses sitting low on her petite nose. She had her tablet tucked into the crook of her arm and her phone in her hand. Exhaling to calm her nerves, Jaydin knocked meekly on the door and waited to be permitted entrance. She really hoped she would not fuck up this first meeting and ruin her chances of securing this scholarship.<br/><br/>Jaydin:<br/><script class="js-extraPhrases" type="application/json">
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