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Gave my all but can't say I gave up
They wonder what these dreams are made of[/sub][/URL][hr][hr]
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[color=#8D93B3][b]TRYING TO DEFINE YOURSELF IS LIKE TRYING TO BITE YOUR OWN TEETH,[/b][/color] impossible and preposterous. Sure, you can learn to understand what makes you tick and what your thought processes are, but how can you truly define who you are when you, as a person, are constantly changing? Every day we evolve; we’re constantly gaining new life experiences that ultimately shape and remold us into our current selves. Therefore, it’d be foolish to characterize or define ourselves by some temporary quality, right? 

Mariah Fowler didn’t try to define herself. Sure, she was the bad ass Orthopedic surgeon from Compton who was completely in love with her life and confident in who she was and where she was at, but is that who she would still be in the next couple of years or months, even?  What if she woke up one morning and realized that, after spending a whopping twelve years preparing for her dream occupation, she no longer had that fiery desire to be a surgeon? What if she realized that who she really wanted to be was a professional skydiver or timid housewife?

It was highly unlikely that either of these things would happen, but Mariah couldn’t help but wonder as she stood in her bathroom mirror and carefully brushed her teeth. It was almost nine o’clock in the morning, just a few minutes before she would have to throw on her nearest pair of shoes, grab a quick cup of coffee, and drive down to the hospital. The young woman had went home the night before at eleven, right after she’d spent a couple of hours performing a femoral neck fracture repair. Thankfully, she wasn’t on call for another day, so she’d enjoyed a good night’s sleep. At least, she did after she’d finished fooling around with one of her interns. [i]“I’ll catch you at the hospital, babe,”[/i] the younger male suddenly appeared behind Mariah, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his head on her shoulder. She simply chuckled, spitting into the sink and rinsing her mouth before shrugging him off and heading out into the living room. 

[color=#8D93B3]“I’m not your [i]babe[/i], Hicks,”[/color] Mariah said, quickly slipping her feet into the pair of sneakers that sat next to her couch. The younger male sheepishly shrugged his shoulders and followed Mariah to the front door. 

[i]“Y’know, I just thought since we’ve been spending so much time together-”[/i]

[color=#8D93B3]“Let me stop you right there,”[/color] Mariah said, holding up a finger as she grabbed her car keys from the hook next to the door. [color=#8D93B3]“You’re a good lay, Sidney. That’s all that this is, and all it ever will be. Casual sex.”[/color] Before the younger man could protest, Mariah pulled the front door open and stepped aside, motioning for him to exit first. As soon as he stepped foot onto the concrete, however, she slammed the door shut, locking it after yelling something about forgetting to grab her coffee. Hicks waited on the front porch of Mariah Fowler’s home before he finally got the memo and left. Meanwhile, Mariah sat at her kitchen table, sipping from a coffee mug and absently scrolling through her social media accounts. 

Soon after, Mariah found herself speeding down the highway in her bright red Audi, bobbing and weaving through traffic to make up for lost time. By the time she'd gotten into the hospital and into her scrubs, word had begun circulating around that a multi-car pileup had just occurred on Highway 5. Upon hearing the news, Mariah simply shook her head and sucked in a deep breath. She could only imagine just how many lives had been lost in the accident. Sighing, the young woman then closed her locker and headed down towards the emergency room, ready to assist when the wave of the dying would finally arrive.

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