Marcella approached the machine and slowly slipped on the helmet, her eyes trained on the twisted mass of steel and iron. Her mind was a palette of emotions, all feelings mixed together until they formed a blank white daze. The machine whirred and rang and, for a brief moment, Daniella's words echoed in Marcella's mind. Would this clunky machine truly decide her fate, or would she? 

The noises faded and a single word shone on the screen: [i]DOCTOR.[/i]

The Italian exhaled a breath she hadn't noticed she'd been holding. Her eyes traveled to her parents. Their stoic expressions remained, hard and unmoving. A jab of worry stabbed Marcella's heart. Did they approve? Disapprove? Disown her? Her questions were answered when her father caught her eye and gave a minute nod. A small gesture, but the equivalent of being showered in praises. Stifling a cry of happiness, Marcella took off the helmet and joined her companions. She was doctor now. She could help anyone from any class, and no one could stop her.