19. 02 . 2024
NET SIRAPHOP
"Evening 4 pm, dummy!" I exclaimed to Tutor before abruptly ending the call. Today marks a significant milestone for us as we were scheduled to head to the hospital. We recently passed our M.B.B.S exam and have secured a chamber in our new hospital. It's our inaugural day, and excitement fills the air as we embark on this new chapter of our medical journey.
"Net, come down and have your breakfast!" my mother called from downstairs, interrupting my thoughts. Placing my phone on the table, I made my way to the breakfast table. To my surprise, my mom had already set up two glasses of blood with straws.
"What blood type is this?" I inquired as I picked up one of the glasses.
"It's O-" my mom replied, taking a seat at the table.
"Again.." I muttered, somewhat disappointed, before taking a sip of the blood. Though I prefer AB+ blood type, as a vampire, it's a daily ritual to consume blood, even if it's just a small amount.
"Listen, now that you're both a doctor and a vampire, it's crucial to exercise caution if you encounter blood. Maintain control over your instincts. And if you feel the urge to drink, ensure you're in a safe environment before indulging," my dad emphasized, his tone direct and earnest.
"I understand, Dad. I assure you, I have a strong grip on my impulses; I'm not like everyone else," I retorted, punctuating my response with a roll of my eyes.
"Nevertheless, sweetheart, please be vigilant," my mom chimed in, her words underscored by a sip of blood, a subtle reminder of our dual nature and the delicate balance we must maintain.
As I reached for a plate of momo and chicken fry, my mom approached me with a hesitant tone, "Net, can I ask you something? I mean, if you don't mind?" she softly inquired. I responded with a smile, "Krub, Mae"
"You told me many years ago that James mentioned he wanted to be a doctor, but fate led him to become a designer. He also mentioned..." My mom's voice trailed off, but before she could finish, I interjected with a serious expression and finished her sentence with , "I'll be a doctor in my next life."
I glanced at my mom, noticing the sadness etched on her face as she softly replied, "Kha.." her voice barely above a whisper. The mention of James always stirs up a mix of emotions within me, primarily anger.
"So, you mean he's in that hospital where I'm about to go?" I asked, my tone serious, seeking confirmation.
At precisely 3pm....
As I reached for my apron, an unexpected surge of authority washed over me, evoking a sense of professionalism akin to that of a doctor. Despite the surprising transformation, I continued with my preparations, ensuring I was fully ready for the day ahead.
Descending the stairs, I was greeted by the comforting aroma of breakfast emanating from the kitchen. "Tutor is already waiting for you!" my mom exclaimed, her voice carrying from the bustling room. "Okay, mom! I'm heading out now. Bye!" I called back, before stepping out.
Approaching the car, I noticed Tutor engrossed in conversation on his phone, seemingly unaware of my arrival. "Bro, could you please unlock the car door?" I exclaimed, raising my voice to be heard over the din. Startled, Tutor looked up from his phone, a look of surprise crossing his features as he realized he had inadvertently overlooked my presence.
Quickly rectifying the oversight, he reached over to unlock the door, allowing me to slide into the passenger seat.
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As we step into the hospital, a palpable chill fills the air, and a distinct scent permeates our surroundings. Approaching the front office, we find a nurse stationed at the desk. With a courteous tone, I inquire about our chamber assignment and its location.
Promptly, the nurse hands us a stack of papers to sign, which we swiftly complete. With a sense of relief, we receive the key to our respective chambers. Fortunately, Tutor's chamber is conveniently adjacent to mine, numbered 267 and 266 respectively.
I settled into my chair, relishing the familiar comfort as a sense of contentment washed over me. My motivation to pursue medicine had always been intertwined with the allure of hospital corridors lined with countless blood bags.
Imagining myself as a doctor, I envisioned the opportunity to procure a bag of blood discreetly, indulging in its crimson sustenance within the privacy of my home. It was a nightly ritual, a routine I had perfected as a creature of the night.
Midst my reverie, a subtle disturbance tingled in the air, prompting me to snap out of my daydream. A vampire, not Tutor, had crossed my chamber's threshold. Instinctively, I rose from my seat and approached the door, compelled by an inexplicable curiosity.
Upon swinging it open, the palpable aura of another vampire greeted me, distinct from Tutor's familiar presence. Undeterred, I ventured forth into the labyrinthine halls of the hospital, the vastness of its corridors stretching out before me like an endless maze.
As I wandered, marveling at the sheer size of the institution, my attention was drawn to a figure standing before chamber 264. It was a senior doctor, his demeanor exuding an air of expectancy.
As I locked eyes with him, my heart began to race uncontrollably. The resemblance was uncanny – his eyes, lips, body shape and hair mirrored James so closely that it felt as though I was staring at a reincarnation. Before I could process the strangeness of the situation, the chamber door swung open, revealing another doctor who addressed the man as James, apologizing for his lateness due to a restroom break.
Witnessing his warm response, embracing the other doctor, only deepened my astonishment. The coincidence of sharing the same name added an extra layer of surrealism to the encounter, leaving me standing dumbfounded in their presence.
Shaking off the surreal reverie, I snapped back to reality, a surge of urgency propelling me towards Tutor's room. Bursting through the door, I couldn't contain my bewilderment as I blurted out the question that plagued my mind
"Tutor, can James be born again?" My sudden intrusion left Tutor visibly stunned, his response echoing my incredulity as he struggled to comprehend the bizarre query.
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वैंपायर1889 In Net's past life, he was a vampire who fell in love with a human, which was forbidden in his world. Unfortunately, his lover and Tutor's lover Yim was killed by the other vampires, and they're was cursed to remember the pain and live with the...
