Better Days

After a wholesome meal of chicken ciabata, peppered fries and hot chocolate, she walked across the student centre n off to the health science building with a friend. A friend whose name she doesnt even know of. how weird. but of course, of the 200 odd people in her class, its no wonder she doesnt remember her classmates' names after a whole semester - for the reasons of one, they all look alike, two, she just couldnt really be bothered, except the panas ones ..

As she stepped into the cold room, changed into her lab coat and ready, she scanned the room. She was early.. Only a few other classmates were there, and only one moderator. Hrmm.. prossection.. Easy pissy! No need for dissection kit, no need for anatomy book. So as she looked around the room, her hopes werent too high, she knew exactly what she was looking for but it is after all a new sem, so maybe a new set of moderators? The crowd started pouring in, more students, more moderators.

So she took a place right at a spot so familiar, and sniffed an altogether familiar smell.. she looked down at the wrapped object and observed the size of it - the dimensions. Yup! Should be Mr Old Guy alright... No one else should be as big built as he was. And looked up to see 2 moderators standing right in front of her. No Mikey.. Her heart sank a lil deeper..

Moderator 1, the chief of moderators was a rather young and handsome guy. He looks big and strong, the macho kinda guy. He was telling Mod 2 which table to go, and suddenly, she heard,

Mod1 *theres Mikey coming in!*
J's ears *auricles flop open! Oooo??*
Mod1 *Alright, u can take d 2 tables at the back*
J's eyes *heart, wait... i'll scan the room first, just to make sure!*
J's heart *better be him...*
J's eyes *Oh shit! OMG its him!!!*
J's lips *awww... yum yum chui siu*

somewhere, the girl's friend walked into the cold room and stood by her side..
Emily *From far also can see ur face smile till like dunno what nie.. Dunit ask aso noe whats happening!*

J's lips *that obvious??*
J's left ventricle *stress........ do u actually need to pump that hard? take care of dear aorta, children*
J's brain *pls!pls!pls! come to my table! pls!*

Incidentally, Mikey walked over to her table to meet Mod1. And at that very moment when Mod1 pointed another table to Mikey, her heart just, dropped, skipped a beat, flustered, burnt. But wait, Mikey didnt budge.. oh no..

Mikey *i dont really see any familiar faces. how come i dont remember?*
Mod1 *maybe u can take those groups.. (points some few metres away)*
Mikey's eyes *i'm looking at you, yes, YOU*
Mikey *have i taken u guys before?*

J's mouth *YES!, YOU're with US!*

Mikey *oh yeah, i definitely remember you.*

J's lips *=D*
J's reflex part of the brain *of cos, look who's working overtime here each day u step into this cold room? who's the one who was sacrificed to impress a real surgeon? not Dr Burke, not McDreamy, its Dr Mikey we're talking about here!*

Mikey *ok, i'll take you guys... Anyone's got a dissection kit? Anatomy book?*

oh uh! Thought it was a prossection. As it happens, it wasnt a prossection, it was a dissection! Mikey pointed to the girl to start trying to take out the whole heart of Mr. Old Guy. Thank her lucky stars, another groupmate had brought hers along. phew. it was THE best dissection for her, mainly because she dissected the heart, took it out, and went through it all smoothly with her other irish groupmates. it was THE heart. and moreover she had somewhere around a 3 minute chat with Mikey and Mikey alone after the class and discovered more of him than any of her other comrades would..

It wasnt anything. It was just one of her better days.

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