KEIRAN'S POV
It was a bright, cool morning, and the air smelled faintly of pine and earth. I remember walking to class with my bag hanging off one shoulder, feeling the steady rhythm of my boots crunching against the gravel.
Medical school wasn’t just a pursuit—it was my passion. My parents had always encouraged me, their belief in my potential steady as a heartbeat.
“Medicine will teach you discipline,” my father often said, his deep voice filled with pride. “It’ll help you understand your people better, to care for them and to lead them.”
I smiled at the memory as I walked into the lecture hall that day, the scent of coffee and ink carrying through the air. The room was filled with a quiet buzz of chatter, the sound of notebooks being flipped and pens clicking.
It was just anothe
