(Clara)
I hated anatomy practicals.
Not because I couldn’t do them.
But because everyone suddenly turned into a stressed psychopath the second we stepped into the lab.
“Move your giant head,” Maya complained as Ethan leaned over the table to steal a glance at my notes.
“I’m trying to survive,” he replied dramatically.
“You’re failing.”
“Emotionally? Yes.”
A laugh slipped out of me as I adjusted my gloves.
The lab buzzed loudly around us with nervous conversations and metal instruments clinking against trays while students rushed around trying to look more prepared than they actually were.
The smell of disinfectant filled the air immediately.
God.
I was never getting used to that smell.
“You studied this section, right?” Ethan asked quietly beside me.
I gave him a look. “Are y
