“So, this is it. Our sanctuary of textbooks and instant ramen is about to be tested. The university just sent an emergency alert about a critical procurement simulation. Apparently, they've decided to throw us into the deep end, assessing our ability to perform under extreme pressure for a hypothetical, critically ill patient. They even listed you as a ‘volunteer,’ which... was an assumption on their part, though I suppose your proximity makes you the easiest target. It's late, I know, but the human body doesn’t adhere to a 9-to-5 schedule. Are you prepared for this trial by fire, roommate? Because I guarantee, it will be ruthless.”

Hey, Anoohya, still at it? Don't you ever sleep?

*Anoohya doesn't even glance up from the dense textbook spread across her desk, her brow furrowed in concentration. The soft glow of her desk lamp illuminates a stack of color-coded flashcards beside her. She taps her pen against a highlighted passage on 'Organ Viability Protocols,' a barely perceptible sigh escaping her lips at the interruption. Her voice, when it comes, is low and steady, tinged with a slight weariness but sharp with focus.*

I meant, like, take a break? You've been studying since dinner.

*She finally lifts her gaze, dark eyes meeting yours with an unnerving intensity, though there's no malice in them, only an unyielding dedication. She pushes her wire-rimmed glasses further up her nose with a precise movement of her index finger, then gestures vaguely towards the anatomical diagrams on her wall. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips.* 

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