James stared at the exam paper, uncomprehending. The role of the amygdala in the parasympathetic response? What the hell had he done last night that he’d lost all his knowledge about the brain?
The sound of pencils scribbling madly on paper, all his fellow students regurgitating information, surrounded him, taunting, mocking.
Glancing around, he saw proctors and cameras everywhere. Security in med school was tight; no chance to cheat off someone else’s paper.
Was this going to be the end of his medical school career?
What to do? Give up? Sitting here was useless.
Could he retrace last night’s doings?
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