Not long after her arrival, the news got to her that was no longer a secret among the doctors: Carolin Ruiz was in the phase of waking. Although she wasn’t really surprised, she still needed a few minutes of lonely mind control practice in one of the booths of the female toilet. She focused on holding back her tears that were very stubbornly trying to burst forth, while she fought a serious moral duel with the doctor dwelling inside her, the doctor who had sworn to heal. She wouldn’t have wished for Carolin Ruiz’s death. She respected life much more than that. But a very definitive part of her ego, the helplessly and insanely enamoured Alexis Woodville from St. Andrew’s Highschool desperately wished that this woman had never existed. Or at least, that she had never met Nathaniel. That she
