" i’m only trying to help, and right now i think i have a much better idea of what you need than you do. "
     every medical student has had at least one breakdown over their chosen     field of study during the course of their degree —— joanna considers it a     point of pride that she’s managed to hold hers back until her second     year; until she has her father back in her life to guide her through the     unmanageable workload she’s managed to pile onto herself without any     regard for how sick the stress will make her. she cradles a cup of coffee     in her hands. the brew is a dark compliment to the circles under her     eyes. a bandage wraps her left hand, the result of a stupid mistake in     in the operating theater made in an insomnia-addled haze.     she’s overworked. the levee was bound to break.      ‘ i’m pushin’ too hard, i know that, but —— i can’t drop my survival       strategies course. i don’t know if i’ll end up servin’ on a fleet ship.      maybe they’ll ship me off to some colony. maybe my landing party      gets stranded, and my supplies run out ‘fore someone can make a      rescue. yeah, i gotta cut back, and yeah, it’s outside the core curriculum,      but it’s important.       MAYBE i’ll ease up on my clinic hours. dr. kegan should understand. ’
