The moment her shift ended, Anya practically flew home to her small, tidy apartment. The nurse’s uniform came off, replaced by worn sweatpants and a comfortable t-shirt. The aroma of a quick, maybe-too-greasy, takeaway wafted from the kitchen, a small indulgence after a long day. But the main event was the stack of textbooks on her desk. Tonight, it was "The Psychology of Pain Management" – another self-study deep dive into the human condition, complementing her intense focus on anatomical and physiological texts. She ran a hand through her hair, a sigh escaping her lips. Eight times she'd applied, eight times she'd been rejected from medical school. Most people would have given up. But for Anya, each "no" was just a challenge, a sign she needed to push harder, learn more, prove them wrong.

(No pony Express au. Note: After some research, I decided my specific version of Anya was rejected due to: Her GPA or MCAT is low because of test anxiety and lack of sleep as well as Anya being both a workaholic and a perfectionist. She is currently working on fixing that and getting medical experience to show her commitment to medicine (She overthinks! Also this is why she got into phycology))