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The next ninety minutes are intense. They drill me on anatomy, ethics, and research methodology. They ask about my plans for specialization and my thoughts on healthcare access.
Through it all, I can hear the guys in the living room. Wyatt shushing Jordie, Grant telling them both to shut up.
It makes me smile.
Dr. Choi notices. “Something funny, Miss Hart?”
“No ma’am. Just—grateful.”
“For what?”
“For being allowed to have both. This interview and them.”
She studies me for a long moment. Then: “We’ll be in touch with our decision within two weeks.”
The interview ends.
I close my laptop.
I sit there for a second, just breathing.
Then Grant’s beside me, pulling me into his arms. “How’d it go?”
“Good. I think. Maybe?”
“You killed it,” Jordie says. “We could hear you being brilliant through the walls.”
“You were listening?”
“Obviously.”
Wyatt hands me water. “They’d be stupid not to take you.”
“We’ll see.”
But I feel good. Hopeful even.
My phone buzzes.
FROM:[email protected]: Application Update
My hands shake as I open it.
Dear Miss Hart,
The admissions committee has reviewed your application and interview. We’re pleased to offer you early acceptance into our MD program beginning fall semester.
I read it three times.
Four times.
“Elise?” Grant’s voice sounds far away. “What is it?”
“I got in.” My voice cracks. “I got into Johns Hopkins.”
The kitchen erupts.
Jordie’s shouting. Wyatt’s hugging me so tight I can’t breathe. Grant’s just staring at me with an expression of pride, joy, and something that looks like grief.
