[i]"Yesterday it still looked like rain." Hitame turned around in his office chair and looked at the chairs across from his desk. Minami, the head nurse, and Riko, the chief doctor, sat there. Neither of them answered as if they hadn't heard their boss. Undeterred, Hitame continued, "Tomorrow we will move to the next phase. The project will be carried out as planned." Minami and Riko looked at each other. You knew what that was supposed to mean. For her it was again long work and hard months full of stress and arguments. The silence lingered in the room and showed that the project was being tackled.


Shay got up from the table. Skye had invited her to dinner again. "I really have to go now. I still have a date." "But you have to eat decent food. I can't answer for that. Who is the date with anyway? Do I know him? But it's not punk, is it? "" Don't worry about that. Actually, I just have to go home because I'm waiting for a letter. It's about a job in the hospital. You earn a lot of money there very quickly. Then I can finally get mum and dad under grab your arms and you don't have to work so much. "" Shay, that's dangerous! Who knows what they're asking of you... "But she didn't listen. The desire for a new adventure was far too great, but she did not know that her brother was right. . .

When he got home, Shay immediately opened the mailbox. She found the longed-for letter and tore it open:

Dear Miss Costa,
The receipt of your application is hereby confirmed.
You are one of 5 selected people from around 30,000 applicants. Now we cordially invite you to a physical aptitude test followed by a series of tests tomorrow at 9:00 a.m. at the M.D. Hospital a.
We hope you will accept this invitation.
M.D. Hospital Management



At the same time, Sam Nokana was also holding the confirmation.As always, Sam had a mug of coffee in hand. This letter did not affect him in the least. He was just looking forward to finally finding his inspiration again.
For days, Sam has been buzzing haphazardly through the whole city in search of a muse or someone who will give him his inspiration again. He found no one. He has seen all psycho-films that are actually only sold under lock and key. Nothing found. He even went to see his father. The one who showed him the wonder of music.
This desire. The desire to finally get his musical arts again. Everything seemed haphazard. His best buddy couldn't help him either. But one day in the skate park everyone was together. Just as they were about to get on the ramp, they noticed a bum. Sam stood by and watched as his friends tore off the newspaper that replaced the blanket for him. By chance there was a gust of wind that blew the newspaper at his feet. It jumped towards him. The advertisement of the M.D. Hospitals. . . what else could he do - it just couldn't be a coincidence!



Mailin Alexandra was also standing haphazardly in front of her mailbox when she realized who the letter was from. Yes, now she knew it again. She ran in and called for her parents and then she knew it made her desperate. Nobody was there. Her parents had to work. Even her brothers had to go to afternoon school. Otherwise neither of them would get their degrees. They'd get it, but they weren't the best, Mailin thought to himself. So she ran up to her room and did what she always did. Mai packed her things and waited for the next day with a good book. . . of course the book was a textbook.


Jenny was on her way home like every day. A long night lay behind her. She had already achieved her dream. She had become a dancer. Her life decided in her favor and now she was enjoying it.It was hard work and often very stressful. She had been to 7 parties that night and impressed everyone. The other dancers just couldn't keep up. Nobody could keep up with her. She wanted to show everyone. Jenny had finally been able to afford her own apartment. It was a social building with 12th floors and a broken elevator.
She was almost 2 steps up when she saw a note from her small message box. Her heart immediately beat faster. Was that the long-awaited news? She unlocked the box and a pile of advertisements fluttered towards her. Then she saw something. A small blue envelope was visible between the advertisements. She looked at the sender. M.D. Hospital. No, that was new to her. Then she tore the letter open out of curiosity and stood in front of a wall. What did that mean? They must have been wrong, Jenny thought to herself. But that couldn't be because her name was in the subject. She has to sleep on that, she told herself, and crept up the stairs to the seventh floor. And yet her longed-for letter had not come. . .