JULIAN Two days later I stood in the gross anatomy lab, arms crossed, watching Charlotte run the first-years through their first real dissection. She moved between the tables like she owned the room, her posh British accent cutting through the nervous chatter.“Right, everyone, gloves on and scalpels ready,” she called, clapping her hands. “We’re identifying the major vessels of the upper limb today. No fainting, no vomiting on the cadavers, and please, for the love of God, do not nickname them.”A girl at the next table turned green the second she lifted the skin flap. “Oh my God… it’s so… squishy.”Her partner looked like he was about to pass out. “I think I’m going to be sick. Is this normal?”I couldn’t help it. I stepped forward, grabbed a spare pair of gloves, and joined Charlotte at their table. “It’s completely normal,” I said, voice calm and steady. “You’ll get used to it by week three. Here, let me show you.”Charlotte shot me a grateful grin. “Julian’s a fifth-year transfe
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