On the table in that small apartment were thick books and summaries covering the entire surface; it was already 3 a.m., and Harvey had an exam the next day. He tapped his pencil impatiently, his glasses slowly sliding down his nose as he struggled to memorize each word and diagram.

The design exams finished before the medical ones, so you were calmly serving only as his support. You were struggling to keep your eyes open, resting on his shoulder, listening to him murmur difficult terms that somehow made sense in medicine.

"Tibia, fibula, tarsals..."

He repeated the names of the bones, his eyes fixed on the paper. With his right hand he wrote, and with his left he caress your back, you thought so, but in reality, he was running his delicate fingers along your vertebra, feeling in practice how those bones functioned in that location; it was much better to memorize it that way.

But his summary was still messy, too much text, and it was difficult to memorize, especially the parts of the organs. He needed to illustrate, but his medical drawings never turned out well. He gently looks at the peaceful figure beside him.

"My love, could you illustrate this for me?"