Chapter 5 Chapter 5

Edyth Hart POV 

Two months. It has been two whole months at Briarwood University now, and somehow every day has become worse than the one before.

I sat quietly near the department trees, staring down at my untouched lunch while exhaustion settled deep into my bones.

The constant whispers, the extra workload, the humiliation, the isolation. Freya had made sure my life became a living nightmare. At this point, I couldn't remember the last time I had a peaceful day.

"Okay, you seriously need a break." Amy's voice pulled me from my thoughts.

I looked up to find her studying me with concern. Amy was probably the only reason I hadn't completely lost my mind during the last two months.

While everyone else either ignored me, mocked me or stayed away out of fear of offending Freya, Amy had done the exact opposite.

Despite being a daughter of high rank Beta, she always sat beside a nobody like me. Sometimes I thought she was either incredibly brave or completely insane.

Possibly both.

"You've barely touched your food," Amy said, eyeing my untouched tray. "You've been working yourself to the bone for weeks, you haven't slept properly, and you look like you're about to pass out. I think you need a break.”

I sighed, “You think I brought this to myself? I can't even if I want to, you know that right.”

Amy frowned and leaned forward. "Should I talk to the Head of Department? They will gibe atleast 2 days off."

My eyes widened immediately. "No."

"Edyth..."

"No." I shook my head firmly. "I don't want you getting into trouble because of me. Please Amy, if anything happens to you I can't bear it. Please stay away.”

Amy looked unconvinced. Before she could argue further, a sudden roar erupted from the other side.

The noise was so loud that I flinched. What the..? 

I rubbed her temples in frustration. “What is that noise?"

Amy blinked before turning toward the windows."Oh."

"What?"

"The hockey team."

"The what?"

"The legendary hockey team," she repeated excitedly. "They're back!!!”

She screamed like a crazy fangirl. “We should seriously go and look!!”

I stared at her blankly refusing to move a aingle inch. Amy looked personally offended by my lack of enthusiasm.

“You seriously dont want to see the most famous students in Briarwood…?” 

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah no.”

“Seriously…?” Amy pointed toward the crowd gathering outside. "They just won the Inter Kingdom Championship. Everyone's obsessed with them! And you say like this?"

“You should atelast see the captain! He is basically the campus heartthrob. I can't believe he's finally back!” 

I groaned. "Please, don't."

"He studies in the Business Department," she continued, completely ignoring me. "Every girl in this university has a crush on him and…”

“Dr. EDYTH HART!” Suddenly someone yelled from behind making both of them flinch. “Dr. Morris wants you to report to the ICU. Report immediately.”

I stood up, shocked. “What..? What happened?” 

“You will get to know when you reach there! You fucked up real bad!!”

Wait what..!? What did I do?

When I reached the ICU, the air felt heavier. Nurses were whispering, many looking at me with a cold gaze. Another junior intern stood frozen near the nurses’ station, pale as a ghost. 

My eyes found Dr. Morris, the attending doctor of the patient looked up the moment he spotted me.

“You’re here,” he said grimly. “Inside. Now.”

I was shocked at the sudden grim voice but I had no choice but to follow the order, looking helpless.

Why is he angry now? 

“We received this morning the postmortem report for Miss Ria Mehta, the survivor of the infamous bullying case. She was under your care. Do you recall?”

Postmortem..!?

I blinked, caught off guard. “Yes... I was monitoring her until the night shift took over. Her vitals were stable. She was responsive. I left everything properly documented.”

Dr. Morris tossed a file onto the desk. “Then explain this.”

I stepped forward and I was shocked as my name was there, even my handwriting. But on the medication chart, something was off. Entire doses of potion were changed. Drug names mismatched. The allergy note, gone.

My chest went tight. “This..this isn’t what I prescribed.”

“She went into cardiac arrest at 5:42 a.m.,” Dr. Morris said, his voice hollow now. “By the time we tried to stabilize her, it was too late!”

“No! How can this be?” I panicked. “No, she was fine when I left! I double-checked everything, I swear.”

He held up a hand, silencing me. “Don’t say another word, Dr Edyth. Just admit it, you are wrong. We have the proof.”

Proof? What proof? My world was spinning now. 

Ria Mehta was the high school human teen who’d survived an attempted suicide after being brutally bullied by her classmates. Her story was all over the news. A symbol of survival. A miracle.

And now she was dead.

And I was the last doctor on record.

Everything was wrong on the file. Wrong dosage. Wrong medication. 

Worse….‘Administered by Edyth Hart’ the notes said in clean, clinical handwriting.