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  1. "Eye can ear you loud and clear, There’s a girl called Mary and I want her. You could say I’m in-for-Mary. I’ll even Sign a waiver saying if we date and it goes badly, I’ll let her think she’s the one that broke up with me.” --Yelp reviewer, 2019 The Metropolitan Eye and Ear Infirmary looms over the East Village of Manhattan, a foreboding twenty-story structure of ink-black brick, casting a long, vast shadow over the corner of 14th Street and 2nd avenue of lower Manhattan, as it has for over two centuries. Founded in August 1820 by two physicians seeking to provide ophthalmic and otolaryngologic care to the population of New York City, it has seen thousands of patients pass through its doors, and hundreds of residents and fellows. An asylum for the blind and the deaf, it rests in silence and haunted darkness.[m1] “Excuse me,” I muttered, mostly to myself, as I ushered my way through the crowd swarming on the platform, grateful for my slim frame as I just barely slipped between the closing subway doors. Cutting it close. Don’t fuck this up. I caught a brief glimpse of my reflection in darkened glass of the subway door across from me, flanked by an older African American woman in a baseball cap and whimsical dress carrying a baguette and a construction worker, and for a moment, I allowed myself to be pleased with what I saw, expertly breaking myself down into parts as always—the thick, long, straight dark hair looked neat, the makeup done cleanly but highlighting the green eyes, and the business casual look was spot-on—a black Theory dress well-fitted to the waifish frame, and a black blazer which could be either interpreted as professional or just a casual, last-minute grab exiting my apartment, as needed. Perfect. A little girl in a messy French braid sitting next to her presumable nanny, based on age and dissimilar features, stared at me in the curious, unapologetic way children do before the world teaches them better, jerking me out of my vanity. I stuck at my tongue at her and smiled; when I was a kid, I loved when grown-ups besides my parents would acknowledge me. I looked at my watch. Fuck. Exiting the train, I power-walked two blocks, feeling my kitten heels with each foot-strike, until the black brick building dawned into view, with an awning that read “The Metropolitan Eye and Ear Infirmary” in a peculiarly whimsical pink and blue font. My breath caught for a second at the familiarity of the foreboding structure, perhaps more familiar than it should be from my single interview visit two years prior, though I sensed a dark unknown looming behind its closed doors. Tumultuous, my advisor at Duke had warned. With Big Hospital taking over, who knows the chaos that will ensue. Malignant, the other medical students had declared on the interview trail, in hushed voices. They will run you ragged, work you to the bone, but if you make it out, you will be one of the best ophthalmic surgeons in the country, if not the world. I knew as I crossed the threshold, that this wasn’t Hawaii anymore, and that brief yearlong reprieve from the demands of the east coast culture had come to a close. Intern year had been a year of hard work, true medicine, bearing witness to death and suffering, yet it had been an escape from the sick, constant apprehension and hypervigilance that normally dominated my psyche. I had surfed, hiked, tanned, and even allowed myself gain a few pounds, which honestly only flattered the thong-bikini look which in vogue on Oahu. But now I was back, and it was time to pay the piper. The East Coast Anxiety that had haunted my 26 years on this earth would be back. [m1]The Chorus/Prologue
  2. (1) Story Statement M must identify the true nature of those around her, understand her childhood issues, and overcome her tendencies towards people-pleasing and perfectionism, to survive ophthalmology residency at the intense and toxic Infirmary. (2) Antagonists plots to point Dr. D is the initial temporary antagonist/antagonistic force at the Infirmary. She sees M as a rival, is jealous of her, but also identifies with her - beautiful, competent, and interested in the same subspecialty. She is driven by order, organization, rules, in a completely chaotic environment whereby the only way to enforce this is coming down hard on the residents and forcing productivity. She spies on the residents, and is the personification of the unnerving, "haunted" sensation that permeates the Infirmary. She also gets a hint of sadistic delight from watching people (especially her primary targets), squirm and fall flat of expectations, and enjoys setting them up for this. She is very passive aggressive and uses other more "minor" villains to enact shame on the main characters. Unbeknownst to the audience/main characters, she faces a lot of pressure from the mysterious powers that be, which motivates a lot of her actions, in addition to her own insecurities about her own competence. Thus, it is discovered later that she is human, and perhaps not as evil as initially imagined. Further antagonistic forces include (the "truer" and darker antagonists) include HSR (introduced early on who becomes a more visible character later in the series; a covert masogynist and narcissist), MC ( a co-resident, revealed to be manipulative, two-faced, and ruthless – financially motivated). However, the Infirmary itself is the true antagonist of the series, as it generates such an overpowering workload in an archaic, inflexible system, which pits the characters against each other, revealing their true flaws and selfishness. (3) Breakout title: The Infirmary It's the name of the hospital, it's a pun off the main character's name, foreboding/mysterious, and the characters are all a little deranged. Alternative: Window into the Soul (4) Genre + Similar titles Genre: Women’s Fiction/Romance Tell me Lies by Carola Lovering The Wedding People, Alison Espach (5) Core Wound + Primary Conflict Hook line: An over-achieving young woman struggles to identify friends from foe while pursuing rigorous training as an ophthalmologist at the illustrious yet malignant Infirmary. (6) Other Matters of Conflict Internal Conflict of Main Character As a result of how she was raised, M has an unwavering feeling that she needs to be grateful for every opportunity, every friendship, every kindness that the world has given, which she must overcome as she will otherwise be eaten alive in this environment. There is turmoil when the powers above/expectations of her residency are in conflict with what is moral, which is delivering good care to patients. She takes her sister's advice to put up boundaries at work, to “clock-in and clock-out” in order to survive, which serves her to a degree. She ultimately realizes that is not the solution, but rather a balance is needed between engaging with her community while exerting boundaries. The secondary conflict is the complicated romantic dynamics at the infirmary - the love triangle (more like a pentagon) with JL, a senior resident, who is mysterious, stoic, but adores her (who represents security yet escapism) and MJ, a charming, charismatic, but married fellow (who represents elements she aspires to be – charming, charismatic, above the drama, bright, but unattainable). She will also have smaller conflicts with other residents – KH (who she initially clocks as a nemesis who turns out to be a reliable ally), MK (initially marked as a mentor but turns out to be fake, undermining, and herself incompetent), MS (a toxic, aggressive adversary, but who pushes her), ML (passive aggressive but a foil to demonstrate her competence in the end). (7) Setting The setting is the New York Eye and Ear Infirmary in the East Village of New York City. The building is tall, black brick, a foreboding structure with an uncharacteristically whimsical pink-blue awning declaring it a recently acquired product of Big Hospital. This juxtaposition is foreshadow to the clash which occurs with Big Hospital’s acquisition of the Infirmary—the new, financially motivated Big Hospital versus the archaic infirmary. It is countless stories tall. The first floor is the resident-run ophthalmology clinic – the urgent care is located near the front, where the security guards sit, since that is where the residents see patients after hours (alone, without supervision). In the back is the bustling clinic during the day, with a vacuous waiting room which usually becomes Standing Room Only by 2PM. The residents rotate through, along with the different subspecialties, which is a theme of the novel – characters always rotating through, as the infirmary sits, unchanged and unbothered, a silent witness to the events. The second and 4th floor are the OR’s. The second floor is where more ratchet cases go down, where general anesthesia can go, lots of delays and where most resident cases go, especially early on. The fourth floor is much more organized, kinder staff, and runs more like a private practice. Seniors tend to operate here, and straight-forward cataracts are mostly done here. The third floor is pathology, the conference room, and where ENT used to be. The fifth floor is the old inpatient rooms, which are not used and almost certainly haunted. Later, Big Hospital will use this space for gender reassignment surgery. The Infirmary sits in the vibrant and exhilarating city of New York—attracts interesting individuals, lots of diversity; underscores the fact that although these characters live amongst millions, they end up trauma-bonded to each other in this small world. As the book goes on, she makes fewer and fewer attempts to connect with this outside world—initially seeing friends, her sister, and dating outside the Infirmary, but eventually resigning.
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