Chapter One: The First Glimpse

3rd December 2023 ,

It all began during one of our clinical postings. I (Lara), a second-year nursing student at Private University , and our group was assigned to a government medical college for hands-on training. That’s when my journey—our story—unexpectedly started.

Before the posting even began, I was in my hostel when we received the duty roster. I remember looking at it in surprise. Most of my shifts—almost all of them—were scheduled in the medicine ward. I stared at that sheet for a while, wondering, Why me? Why so many duties in the same department? A strange thought crossed my mind: Maybe there’s something behind this. Maybe fate has plans I don’t see yet.

The day arrived—my first day in the medicine ward.

The moment I stepped into that environment, my eyes caught sight of someone. He was wearing a white coat, carrying a small 📦 box filled with medical supplies—vials, syringes, cotton. He looked focused, moving from one patient to another, drawing blood, checking sugar levels, filling out investigation forms. (He was an intern doctor)

The very moment I saw him, I felt something shift. Something inside me whispered, I think I know him. It was strange—I had never seen him before, and yet, he felt familiar.

But I quickly pushed the thought aside. Focus, I told myself. You’re here to learn. You’re here to work.

And I had so much to learn—how to give injections, how to stimulate veins, how to speak to patients confidently. My excitement for nursing was still fresh and overwhelming.

And to be honest, I didn’t even like doctors at that point.

[Not in a jealous way. It’s just… I never liked how some of them behaved. Distant. Cold. Arrogant. I wasn’t someone who’d fall for a doctor—not me. Or at least, that’s what I believed back then.]

✨ The First Words---->>>

One of my seniors had once told me,

> “If you really want to learn, just follow the intern doctors or PGs around. Watch them. Ask them. You’ll pick up so much more than from textbooks.”

And I was eager—hungry, even—to learn. So, just like they said, I decided to follow him.

He was with a patient, preparing to draw blood. I slowly walked closer, watching curiously as he organized his equipment. He noticed me standing nearby.

Benj: “Do you want to try withdrawing the blood?”

Lara: “No... I don’t know how. I’m new to this.”

Benj: (stern face ) “It’s nothing. Just insert the needle into the vein—once you’re in, the blood flows.”

His hands were swift and practiced. As he spoke, his eyes met mine for a brief moment. Then, as casually as he had started, he finished drawing the blood, placed the used syringe in the box, handed the vials to the patient, and walked away.

I stood there, silently amazed.

Wow… that looked so easy.

I couldn’t say it out loud, but something about the way he spoke, the way he moved—it stuck with me.

Later that day, I found myself gossiping with my friends.

> “Hey guys,” I said with a spark in my eyes, “that doctor asked me to withdraw blood. He gave me a chance! But I didn’t do it as I'm new here . Still, I don’t know why—I feel like he’s from my tribe.......

And I kept saying it again and again to them.

He’s from my tribe. Maybe he belongs to my same culture.

Even though he was still just a stranger, something deep inside whispered otherwise.

Driven by this strange excitement, I kept moving from one unit to another that day, restless and determined.

> “I’m going to learn something new today,” I told myself,

“By hook or by crook.”

***Download NovelToon to enjoy a better reading experience!***