Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

The hospital was buzzing with excitement today, as the competition was about to kick off. Lena checked her medical kit, a look of sheer confidence plastered across her face. Her bestie strolled over, beaming with praise. "Lena, this competition is just a formality for your promotion. With your mad skills, first place has got your name written all over it." "Check out Pearl, silent as a church mouse. She doesn't stand a chance. Lena, you're unbeatable."

Lena sported a smug grin, as if she'd already clinched the title. "Don't say that, guys. Pearl would be so embarrassed if she heard you."

"Come on, we're just stating the obvious. Pearl can't hold a candle to you."

"Exactly, look at Pearl sitting over there, not a shred of confidence. She doesn't have the presence you do, Lena."

Lena basked in their flattery, casting a glance at Pearl, who was seated quietly, and smirked. She approached Pearl, her voice was as soft as silk, "Pearl, don't sweat it. It's about participation, not just winning." Pearl looked up, her face etched with confusion, "So?"

Suddenly, Lena found herself speechless, her gaze frozen on Pearl.

indifferently, "Lena, the competition's starting. Give it

sense something off about her. Arrogant was an understatement. Pearl wondered if

were watching the competition through a live feed

the dead back to life, mend flesh and bone was actually so young? Surely, she was too green for

was incredibly respectful. If it weren't for Walter, how could they have

please, just call me Josie,"

you're so young, skilled, and

a modest smile, "Thank you,

to observe the

first aid. The contenders sprang into action with life-saving procedures. Josefina sat in her chair, observing the actions of these people, and jotting down scores on the paper. Sᴇaʀch

they moved to acupuncture, targeting