She stared at me like she wanted to slap me. But she did not. She just stood there, fuming, her chest rising and falling quickly.
I turned again, proud of myself, ready to leave for real this time. My heels echoed behind me.
But then I heard her voice, low and bitter, behind me. “Enjoy your little victory, Leylla,” she said.
I stopped. Looking back. That was not about Vincent.
“Enjoy it while it lasts. No one knows about tomorrow,” she added. “And pests and nobodies like you never win in the end. Never!”
That sinister look gave me an adrenaline rush, but I did not bow down. I did not even argue. I just let her console herself with her stupid riddles.
As for me, I had performed my first surgery and proved my worth and my capabilities. The hospital, nurses, and doctors had nothing but
