I slowly opened my eyes halfway to shield them from the bright sun that was brimming through the open windows and curtains. Letting out a loud yawn, I attempted to shake off the drowsiness that clung to me after waking up early. Rising from the bed, I made my way to my private loo to relive my human necessities, peeling off my clothes—silky black pyjamas—as I went. I went into the stall to start my morning shower soaking my hair to clean it first before I washed my body, after all, who wants to endure the day with lingering conditioner?

Washing my hair it's like therapy for me, relaxing my body further to start a new day. I poured a little bit of shampoo on my hand after wetting thoroughly my hair, massaging my scalp while humming a tune whose origin eluded me but had an oddly soothing effect. Rinsing off the shampoo of my hair and later I applied the conditioner, letting it work its magic on hydrating my hair. Simultaneously, I began the meticulous process of shaving off any stray hairs, leaving my skin smooth.

After that, I rinse my hair following that I reached for an abrasive lotion to exfoliate my body, ensuring a silky smooth result. Succeeding through that routine I got off the stall and grabbed two towels—one for my body and another one to wrap around my hair. Still humming the unknown song I delved into my skincare routine, concluding with drying and styling my dark brown hair into soft curls. Still clad with the towel around my body, I walked from the loo to my bedroom, where my expansive walk-in closet awaited. Selecting the attire for the day, I dressed, preparing for the second day of my internship at Everwood General Hospital.

Excitement and a touch of nerves lingered in the air as I carefully selected my attire for the second day of my internship at Everwood General Hospital. With the towel snug around my body, I browsed through my closet, contemplating the perfect outfit that struck a balance between professionalism and comfort.

After a moment of indecision, I settled on a crisp, navy blue pantsuit that exuded confidence and sophistication. The fabric felt cool against my skin as I dressed, and I couldn't help but admire the way it complemented my silhouette. With a quick glance in the full-length mirror, I approved of the professional image staring back at me.

Stepping into a pair of comfortable yet stylish heels, I decided to keep my accessories minimal to maintain a polished look. A silver watch adorned my wrist, and a delicate necklace hung gracefully around my neck. Satisfied with my appearance, I headed to the vanity to complete my makeup, opting for a natural look that highlighted my features without being too overpowering. As I applied the finishing touches, my mind drifted to the responsibilities that awaited me at the hospital. The hum of the city outside, coupled with the unfamiliar tune still playing softly in my mind, created an atmosphere of anticipation. Today held the promise of new challenges and opportunities for growth, and I was ready to embrace them.

Leaving the bedroom, I ventured into the heart of our home—the kitchen. The delightful aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, signalling the promise of a comforting start to the day. Glancing at the clock, I realized I had a bit of time before heading to Everwood General Hospital. Seating myself at the breakfast bar, I sipped the aromatic coffee and let my thoughts drift.

My mom entered the kitchen with a warm smile. "Good morning, sweetheart. How did you sleep?"

"Morning, Mom. Slept like a charm," I replied, offering a contented smile.

My dad, joined us, a newspaper in hand. "And how's our rising star feeling today?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with pride.

"Excited and a bit nervous. It's the second day, after all," I confessed, taking another sip of coffee.

Jake, my younger brother, bounded into the kitchen with his trademark enthusiasm. "Hey, sis! Ready to conquer the medical world today?"

I chuckled, "Absolutely, Jake. But first, conquering this cup of coffee."

As we engaged in light banter, the unfamiliar song that had lingered in my mind surfaced in my humming. My family joined in, turning the mundane morning routine into a symphony of love and laughter.

With breakfast done and the final minutes ticking away, I gathered my belongings, including the neatly packed bag with intern essentials. My family accompanied me to the door, their supportive smiles encouraging me for the day ahead. Stepping into the bustling city, a surge of determination and excitement enveloped me. The second day of my internship I awaited, promising a blend of challenges, learning experiences, and perhaps a few surprises along the way. As I walked away, their echoes of encouragement lingered, infusing my steps with the warmth of a loving family.

The walk to the hospital only took 10 minutes, thanks to my close proximity. This convenience is a result of my parents' professions – they are both renowned surgeons in the city and work at the same hospital where I'm doing my internship. It has always been my dream to become a healing doctor, a goal influenced by the familial tradition that seems ingrained in our DNA and passed down through generations on both sides. Lost in my thoughts, I realize I've already arrived at the hospital. Passing through the front doors.

My internship is a specialized endeavour, honing in on the intricate art of healing curses. These curses, incredibly rare in occurrence, pose a formidable challenge that has piqued my curiosity and fueled my determination. The field itself sprawls with an exceptional breadth of complexities, presenting a tapestry of enigmas that demand both meticulous study and a touch of intuitive understanding.

As I delve deeper into this unique discipline, I find myself navigating a labyrinth of mystical intricacies. The rare curses I encounter defy predictability, each presenting a distinct set of challenges that require a nuanced approach. From cryptic incantations to obscure origins, the field is not only extensive but also inherently unpredictable.

The unpredictability, rather than discouraging, only heightens my fascination with the subject. It's a realm where the ordinary laws of healing often find themselves entwined with the ethereal, and where each case becomes a voyage into uncharted territory. The rarity of these curses serves as a constant reminder that there's always more to learn, discover, and unravel in the mystical realm of healing arts.

Within the hospital's walls, I embark on a journey that goes beyond the routine. It's a journey that challenges the boundaries of conventional healing, pushing me to explore the uncharted territories of magical maladies. The staff room, a nexus of medical knowledge and magical expertise, becomes my haven—a place where I prepare to face the unpredictable and where the threads of healing and enchantment seamlessly intertwine.

With a swift stride, I make my way directly to the staff room, intending to stow away my belongings and switch into my designated work attire. The atmosphere within the hospital buzzes with the amalgamation of healing energy and the subtle hum of enchantments that linger in the air.

I made my way to the hospital staff room, the door creaking slightly as she pushed it open. As I entered, I found Abby Bennett - my best friend - already there, her vibrant red hair tied in a messy bun, surrounded by a whirlwind of colourful sketches.

"Lily!" Abby exclaimed, looking up from her notebook with a wide grin. "You won't believe the day I've had!"

I smiled in response, her eyes reflecting Abby's infectious energy. "Tell me about it, Abby."

Abby eagerly shared her day, animatedly describing a patient who had fallen victim to a particularly perplexing curse. The room filled with excitement as Abby painted a vivid picture of the magical malady and the collaborative efforts of the medical team to unravel its complexities.

"It was this intricate tapestry of curses, Lily! Like nothing I've ever seen. But, you know what? We cracked it!" Abby's eyes sparkled with triumph.

My enthusiasm mirrored Abby's. "That's incredible, Abby! How did you approach it?"

Abby leaned in, her voice lowered as if sharing a secret. "A combination of ancient incantations and a bit of creative visualization. I sketched out the curse, and we found a pattern that led us to the source. It was like solving a magical puzzle!"

We continue to exchange stories of our respective encounters with rare curses, revelling in the satisfaction of making breakthroughs. The staff room, usually a place for routine breaks, transformed into a hub of shared excitement and the exchange of magical insights.As we discussed our work, Abby's creativity and my analytical mind intertwined seamlessly. Both of us bounced ideas off each other, exploring new perspectives and brainstorming potential solutions for future cases. The atmosphere buzzed with intellectual curiosity and genuine joy for the work they were doing.

"It's amazing, Lily," Abby said, her eyes filled with wonder. "Every day is like a magical adventure, and I'm so grateful we get to work in this field together."

I nodded in agreement. "Absolutely, Abby. It's challenging, but there's a unique satisfaction in healing magical maladies. I couldn't imagine doing anything else."

Our conversation continued, weaving a tapestry of friendship and shared passion for their work. In that hospital staff room, amidst enchanted sketches and medical textbooks, Abby and I found not only a workplace but a canvas where our skills and camaraderie painted a picture of healing, discovery, and the beauty of overcoming magical challenges.

Leaving the hospital, Abby and I head to her house, eager to dive into more discussions, brainstorm ideas, and continue our studies. The anticipation of unlocking new insights in the comfort of Abby's creative space adds an extra layer of excitement to our shared academic pursuits.

Abigail "Abby" Bennett is not just an artist; she's also a dedicated student in the field of healing rare curses. Her vibrant creativity extends beyond the canvas to the mystical realm, where she channels her passion for understanding and curing magical afflictions. Abby's fascination with the intersection of art and magic led her to delve into the study of medical healing for rare curses alongside me.

Our shared academic pursuits have strengthened our bond, creating a dynamic duo that balances scientific inquiry with creative insight. Abby's unique perspective brings a fresh outlook to our studies, often finding unconventional solutions inspired by her artistic intuition. I value a lot Abby's imaginative approach, and I recognize that Abby's creativity contributes a valuable dimension to our shared goal of unravelling the mysteries of magical maladies.

Abby's room, adorned with her vibrant artwork, serves as both a sanctuary of creativity and a space for brainstorming solutions to magical conundrums. Our late-night study sessions often involve not just textbooks and scrolls but also canvases and magical sketches, a testament to their holistic approach to healing magic. Abby and I complement each other. My methodical and analytical thinking pairs seamlessly with Abby's inventive spirit. Together, we navigate the intricate world of rare curses, blending their respective strengths to make breakthroughs in our research.

As the night wore on, Abby and I delved deeper into our studies, pouring over ancient tomes and deciphering cryptic symbols. The soft glow of the candles bathed the room in a warm ambience, casting elongated shadows across the walls adorned with Abby's vibrant artwork.

Abby yawned, stretching her arms above her head. "I think we've made some progress tonight, don't you think?"

I nodded, rubbing my tired eyes. "Definitely. I feel like we're getting closer to understanding the underlying principles of this curse."

Leaning back in her chair, Abby sighed. "You know, sometimes I wish we could just snap our fingers and make all these problems disappear. Wouldn't that be something?"

I chuckled softly. "If only magic were that simple. But then again, where's the fun in that? The challenge is what makes it all worthwhile."

Abby nodded in agreement, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. "You know, speaking of challenges... Have you ever thought about relationships and love?"

The question caught me off guard, but I smiled nonetheless. "Occasionally. Why do you ask?"

Abby shrugged a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Oh, no reason. Just curious, I guess. You know, it's funny how some people seem to find love effortlessly, while others struggle to even catch a glimpse of it."

I furrowed my brow, sensing there was more to her question than mere curiosity. "Are you trying to tell me something, Abby?"

She grinned sheepishly, twirling a lock of her hair between her fingers. "Well, maybe. I, uh, met someone recently. And let's just say, I think he might be... the one."

My eyes widened in surprise. "Seriously? That's incredible, Abby! Tell me everything."

Abby's cheeks flushed with excitement as she recounted her encounter with the mysterious stranger, each word filled with a newfound sense of hope and possibility. As she spoke, I couldn't help but feel a pang of envy gnawing at me.

"That's amazing, Abby," I said genuinely, offering her a supportive smile. "I'm really happy for you."

Abby's smile widened, her eyes sparkling with joy. "Thanks, I'm pretty excited too. But enough about me. What about you? Any special someone in your life?"

I hesitated, my gaze drifting towards the window as I searched for the right words. "Not yet, no. But who knows? Maybe one day."

Abby nodded understandingly, reaching out to squeeze my hand reassuringly. "Hey, don't worry. The right person will come along when the time is right. And until then, you've always got me."

I couldn't help but smile at her words, feeling grateful for her unwavering support. "Thanks, Abby. I don't know what I'd do without you."

We sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the flickering candlelight casting a gentle glow over our faces. In that moment, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, Abby and I would face them together, united by our shared passion for magic and our unbreakable bond of friendship.

As the evening settled in, Abby and I decided to treat ourselves to a traditional British roast dinner. We gathered our ingredients and set to work in the kitchen, the savoury aroma of roasting meat and herbs filling the air.

In the cosy confines of Abby's kitchen, we worked in harmony, each of us taking on different tasks with practised ease. I carefully prepared the vegetables, slicing carrots and parsnips into neat, uniform pieces, while Abby tended to the main event – a succulent joint of beef, seasoned to perfection and slowly roasting in the oven.

As the timer chimed, signalling that our meal was ready, we eagerly set the table, laying out steaming bowls of fluffy mashed potatoes, buttery Yorkshire puddings, and rich, velvety gravy. The pièce de résistance, a perfectly cooked roast beef, took centre stage, its golden-brown exterior glistening with juices.

Taking our seats at the table, we savoured each mouthful, the tender meat melting in our mouths and the hearty accompaniments providing a comforting contrast of flavours and textures. Between bites, we exchanged stories and laughter, revelling in the simple pleasure of good food and good company.

As we cleared our plates and sipped on mugs of steaming tea, I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me. At that moment, surrounded by the warmth of Abby's kitchen and the aroma of a delicious meal, I knew that there was nowhere else I'd rather be.

As the night wore on, I bid Abby farewell and made my way back home, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me. The crisp night air filled my lungs as I walked, the streets quiet and peaceful under the blanket of darkness.

Finally reaching my doorstep, I stepped inside and made my way to my bedroom, exhaustion tugging at my limbs. With a weary sigh, I slipped under the covers and allowed myself to drift off into a deep and restful sleep.