AN:This is my first attempt at writing any story. Of course its fictional but I am trying to keep it authentic with the medical profession. I find them utterly fascinating. I am open to critiques about my writing , any mistakes, or the story itself. I am testing the waters with this prologue. So let me be honest it might be some time before I update again. Hopefully you enjoy it.


DOCTORS


Prologue.

Vaccination-the process of administering a vaccine.

Vaccine- an antigen ,live in the weakened state,dead or toxoid ,administered orally or by way of injection into the body so as to generate a sufficient antibody response to the specific antigen against which immunity is required.

Antigen- a foreign body against which an antibody response is generated.

Antibody- the protein generated by the human body against the antigen.

With the ultimate betrayal dealt by the love of my life,I cannot help but think that maybe life has been preparing me all my life to deal with this god awful feeling I'm struggling to deal. It reminds me of vaccination; you see ,people get vaccinated so that their bodies can fight against a disease to which they do not have antibodies from before. Its a simile, life has been trying to vaccinate me in a way..slowly steadily trying to build up immunity..only this vaccine turned out to be a dud.

Nothing could have prepared me for this.

I'm claustrophobic; The expanse of the ocean with the sun setting against the backdrop is in my view when I dare to look up .Maybe I could attempt to drown or more likely start swimming ,anywhere I can escape to..away from my new reality...fuck..who.. would have thought ..a minute ago I never thought it could happen to me..I'm gripping my phone.. don't want to..I hate this blasted thing. I cant; cant stop looking at what it says.

The red word is glaring back at me. It describes all my years in just a word. This one word managed to succeed where everyone else and everything else previously failed;to end the fight in me. For the first time i wish for a restart button.

I am in pain. I try to grip my heart..the damn thing doesn't stop beating...lub dupp..lub dupp..on and on..A hundred times a minute right now...annoying... It needs to stop;I have to make a statement ; to send a message out to whoever just played a cruel joke with me.

For years to come people will wonder every time ; did she lack sincerity,devotion,knowledge?was she lazy?overconfident?I bet it was her attitude; or better yet karma.

Many will know because after all everyone knows me better than they know themselves;so there goes benefit of doubt.

And yet as is the proof of resilience of human life. There is a new emotion stirring; a new thought making itself known amongst the abyss of the emotions I'm drowning in. Determination with a splash of a fuck you ;I'm plotting and planning already how to make up for this loss.

I'm a glutton for pain as I look at the glowing screen yet again hoping that what I saw was a mistake..scrolling down..there it is; my name..Isabella Swan..correct..my register number..correct..Harvard Medical School.. correct..total aggregate 70.. that does not make me feel better.. I look at each subject..medicine :clinics :FAIL. Result: FAIL.

Because I am true glutton for pain I type in another number, I'm not supposed to think about him right now; but there is no pride left, might as well make the most of it ,

Edward Cullen..Harvard Medical School..aggregate 55 ..result :PASS.

Damn.