(Clara)
By the time I walked into the anatomy lab that morning, the tension in the room already felt different.
Not heavy exactly, just charged with something.
Clusters of students stood around the steel tables, talking louder than usual while pulling on gloves and lab coats. Someone at the back complained about lack of sleep. Another person was panicking over the upcoming practical assessment.
I adjusted my coat sleeves and spotted Ethan near our table.
“Please tell me you studied the vascular pathways,” he said immediately when I approached.
I blinked. “Good morning to you too.”
“That bad, huh?” he sighed dramatically.
I laughed softly as I set my books down. “You’ll survive.”
“That’s easy for you to say,” he muttered. “You actually understand this stuff.”
I rolled my eyes. “Yo
