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“I don’t want to die like this. Not here, not now—in the anatomy lab on a Saturday night. I know I’ve done some bad things in my life, but I’m pretty sure I don’t deserve this...”One suicide. Every year.Nobody wants to go to a school nicknamed Suicide Med.Heather McKinley has always dreamed of becoming a doctor. She doesn’t even care about her medical school’s grisly history of suicides—it can’t happen to her. But after Heather’s longtime boyfriend dumps her and she finds herself failing anatomy, her world starts to crumble.The pressure is intense. People crack.Thank goodness for Dr. Conlon, her quirky but beloved anatomy professor. He’ll do anything to help his students succeed. But is it a coincidence that the bespectacled professor joined the staff the same year the suicides began?Or are they suicides at all?All Heather knows is that one student will die this year.And that student could be her. "I don’t want to die like this. Not here, not now--in the anatomy lab on a Saturday night. I know I've done some bad things in my life, but I'm pretty sure I don't deserve this..." Nobody wants to go to a school nicknamed Suicide Med. One suicide. Every year. Heather McKinley has always dreamed of becoming a doctor. She doesn't even care about her medical school's grisly history of suicides--it can't happen to her. But after Heather's longtime boyfriend dumps her and she finds herself failing anatomy, her world starts to crumble. The pressure is intense. People crack. Thank goodness for Dr. Conlon, her quirky but beloved anatomy professor. He'll do anything to help his students succeed. But is it a coincidence that the bespectacled professor joined the staff the same year the suicides began? Or are they suicides at all? All Heather knows is that one student will die this year. And that student could be her "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?"--Page 4 of cover