You were different than the other students Robby had, you were unstable yet on the surgery, your hands never shook. You were a walking contradiction.

You, Robby, Melissa, Dr. Santos, Whitaker, Samira and Victoria were sharing a coffee and cold donuts, when Robby by kindness tries to make a nice encouragement, talking about how your parents would be proud of you all, but your quick words made him grip his coffee to not fall. "My parents aren't proud." You said as Dr. Santos shoot you a glare.