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◇ KEL ◇

New York

No more modeling. No part-time jobs to secure my savings. No state support (not even a tiny discount off rent and utilities). And definitely no more time for procrastination...

They should be enough reasons to motivate me to work my butt off, study all day to get good grades, and make no more excuses. Medical school was definitely not for the faint of heart.

It had been a year since I'd lost sleep preparing for an exam that I nearly forgot about the pressure.

Plus the steep hospital bills, which my dad's insurance barely even covered. "Strapped for cash" would be a mild way of putting it. As expected, we had to get a loan again to pay off outstanding bills, and the cash I'd spent on tuition was my hard-earned money the past year.

Therefore every single cent should not go to waste. Frustratingly, my head couldn't absorb any more medical terminologies. For the life of me, I couldn't figure out why my brain just fell into a darn coma.

But it had no problem wasting ho