My groan escaped my lips, laced with frustration and discontent. It felt as if the weight of the world had settled on my shoulders, burdening my spirit. He, sensing my distress, inquired about the cause of my anguish, his eyes filled with genuine concern.
"Your world revolves around medicine, aims, and goals. Is there nothing more interesting?" I asked, my voice tinged with a hint of bitterness. The words slipped out before I could think twice, and I instantly regretted them. How foolish of me to question someone about their passions and aspirations. Had I lost my mind?
A surge of embarrassment washed over me, the sting of my own words leaving me feeling foolish and ashamed. I decided to keep my thoughts to myself, zipping my mouth shut, hoping to salvage what little dignity remained. Yet, to my astonishment, he seemed to relish in my discomfort. His response cut through the air, further exacerbating my already wounded pride.
