Northamptonshire, England
She sat in a stool and peered into the microscope on the laboratory table. She squints and sighs, adjusting the focus of the lens. She silently prays that she'll be able to analyze the specimen before her shift ends. She sat there for a long time fiddling with the instrument, only fidgeting occasionally in her seat when her back became strained. She was so lost in her work that she didn't notice people in lab coats entering the room. A middle-aged man with graying hair cleared his throat hoping to catch her attention, unfortunately it escaped her notice. He stepped forward.
"Ah..Erm..Molly?" he said, gently tapping her on the shoulder.
The sudden physical contact startled her; she squeaked and turns around to see the staff members of the clinic she was working for part-time all lined up, each holding a cupcake with a lighted candle on top.
"SURPRISE!" Her co-workers shouted in unison. For a moment she was confused as to what the occasion was. "It's not my birthday", Molly said to herself wondering. Then she remembered. She had been accepted for a scholarship to Harvard Medical School. She beamed at her workers at the sudden recollection.
"Oh everyone thanks so much!" she said as she stood up from her stool and made her way to her co-workers. "How did you guys find out? I haven't mentioned it at all!"
The head nurse, Edith, came forward and gave her a tight hug. "Word get around love! Especially if it's about our girl getting such grand news! A scholarship to study in America! Well done dear!" She said lovingly.
"Indeed! Well done Molly!" said Dr. Lawrence, as he pushed back his graying hair with his free hand while handing the cupcake he held to Molly. "Three cheers for Molly Hooper everyone! To our future Harvard graduate pathologist!"
Molly flushed as her co-workers surrounded her, offering their congratulations and well wishes. She's only worked at that small clinic for couple of months and already she feels the pain of parting with them. All of them have been supportive in her dream of being a pathologist; teaching her to some basic and advanced chemical procedures, giving her hours of laboratory time and allowing her to use the clinic's supplies when she did her own little experiments. She stood there surrounded by people who wished for nothing more than for her to succeed. A part of her will greatly miss her friends and family when she leaves for Harvard, but the other part of her is thrilled at the prospect of her dreams finally coming true.