Freida McFadden

There's a reason Southside Medical School has been nicknamed "Suicide Med." For the last six years, every year one student has taken his own life. Except for last year. Last year was a murder-suicide. The press has pointed to the heavy workload as the culprit in the high suicide rate. Some students believe that the school is cursed. And others believe that the deaths may not be suicides at all-that it's no coincidence that Dr. Conlon, Southside's quirky but beloved anatomy professor, joined the staff on the very year that the suicides began. Either way, the same question echoes through the minds of every first year student at Suicide Med: Who will be next to die?

Suicide Med

But somehow the tears don’t come. I’m blinking my eyes, trying to squeeze them out, but somehow it’s not working. What’s wrong with me? I’m even failing at crying now.

I feel numb. I want to cry, but the tears just aren’t coming. I blink and sniffle, but still... nothing. I lift my face from my hands and hug my knees to my chest.

It’s hard. But my grades make it worth it.

“Look, I... I don’t know what happened between the two of you, but you really upset her.”

“I know,” I murmur. “I didn’t mean to...”

“You never do,” she says. I guess that “you” refers to all men.

‘I am the doctor my mother wanted me to marry’

I make a mental note to tell Matt to never buy me flowers. I just don’t see the point of giving a girl a dead plant.

Nobody deserves to get through life as easily as he does.

Why should I help him? Nobody ever helped me.

Suicide Med quotes

Join the club