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From #1 New York Times bestselling author Freida McFadden comes an electrifying medical thriller, Dead Med, originally published as Suicide Med.
"All I can think about is how pathetic it would be to die in the anatomy lab. The last thing I want is to become one of the dead bodies."
When Heather McKinley dreamed of becoming a doctor, she imagined curing sick kids and sporting pink stethoscopes. She never anticipated the sleepless nights, grueling exams, and endless labs. And she certainly never knew that her medical school earned the nickname Dead Med thanks to the tragic history of students overdosing on illegal drugs.
But Heather would never consider doing anything like that. That is, until her longtime boyfriend dumps her, she finds herself failing anatomy, and her world starts to crumble.
Everyone has a breaking point.
Then, on the night before the final exam in anatomy, a shot rings out through the hallways of Dead Med.
The school has claimed yet another casualty. One of Heather's classmates has done the unthinkable, and before her desperate 911 call even connects, it will happen again.
And the night is just beginning.
NOTE: Dead Med was originally published as Suicide Med. Dead Med is a revision with 20% new material.
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June 23, 2024
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PROLOGUE
THE NIGHT BEFORE THE ANATOMY FINAL EXAM
DANIELLE
“I wish I had become an astronaut instead.”
I use the back of my forearm to swipe at strands of dark hair that have come loose from the tight bun at the back of my head. The attempt fails, and the escaped locks fall back into my field of vision. This is getting annoying—I wish I could use my hands to clear my hair from my face. Unfortunately, my hands are clad in two pairs of latex gloves that are covered in preserved bits of Agatha’s insides.
Agatha is dead.
“Or maybe a boxer…”
I try to tune out the ramblings of my lab partner, Victor Pereira. Victor’s jittery voice has been a soundtrack to every dissection I have ever done. It might have been more tolerable if Victor offered to help. Instead, he sits perched on a stool, intently watching my handiwork. I’m tempted to rub my dirty gloves on his face.
“Anything but a doctor,” Victor concludes.
You’re not a doctor yet, I nearly point out, but I hold my tongue. I need to focus right now, and the last thing I want to do is get drawn into an argument.
It’s close to midnight on a Sunday night, and Victor and I are the only two medical students in the first-year cadaver lab. I specifically chose this time because I knew the lab would be quiet and free from any distractions. I was right—all I can see are rows and rows of dead bodies covered in a layer of clear, thick plastic to prevent desiccation; all I can hear is the whir of the fans working above my head. This would have been the perfect studying atmosphere if Victor hadn’t insisted on coming along.
“I’ll miss Agatha,” Victor says. “I mean, when the class is over.”
During the first week of anatomy class, we named our cadaver Agatha. I hadn’t wanted to name her—after all, this had once been a real person who had a real name of her own. But I felt silly voicing my objections, so I stayed quiet as the other members of my lab group tossed around name suggestions. It had eventually come down to Agatha or Medusa. I was relieved when the group settled on Agatha.
Agatha does seem like an appropriate name, somehow. “Agatha” is a frail old woman who has metal rings around her sternum and blood vessels grafted onto her heart. Of course, it’s impossible to know for sure, but I can make an educated guess that Agatha died of heart problems.
I try to imagine what sort of woman would make the decision to dedicate her body to a medical school. After everything I’ve seen this year, that’s one thing I myself would never do. The last thing I want is a bunch of snotty twenty-two-year-olds making fun of all my subcutaneous fat.
I hold up the musculocutaneous nerve between my forceps. The nerve is thick and yellow.
“I’m hungry,” Victor announces. “Are you hungry?”
“You’re joking.”
When I’m in the anatomy lab, food is the last thing on my mind. The smell of formaldehyde combined with the image of lacerated flesh is enough to kill any appetite I might have had. A few times, I’ve seen one of my classmates popping candy in their mouth, and I’m always in awe.
“Of course I wouldn’t eat in here.” Victor snorts, even though it wouldn’t have been the most ridiculous thing he’s ever done in the anatomy lab. For example, he once wore a hoodie in the lab and then wore it home, despite it being stained with cadaver juice.
“I’m going to the vending machines,” Victor says. “You want something?”
“No, thanks.”
Take your time, I’m tempted to add.
Victor hops off the stool and sprints out of the lab. That guy never does anything at less than ninety miles per hour. The heavy metal door slams behind me, and the room is plunged into complete silence.
It’s heavenly.
Our final exam in anatomy is tomorrow. It’s the biggest exam we’ve taken so far in the short course of our medical school career, and I want to do well because I hope to land a position in a good dermatology program when I graduate. As part of our exam, we have to go around this very lab, identifying labeled structures on different cadavers. I have to know every identifiable structure back and forth if I want to do well.
It’s not that Victor is a bad person or anything, but I’ve always considered myself a loner. I prefer solitary activities, and I hate when solitary activities turn into group activities. Studying is a solitary activity.
“Now it’s just you and me, Agatha,” I whisper. I add apologetically, “Although I know that’s not your real name.”
I dig my fingers into Agatha’s forearm, attempting to separate the muscles. When I tug on the muscle I’m holding, Agatha’s fingers curl into a partial fist. I shiver slightly.
And that’s when I hear the sound.
It’s a loud noise that comes from outside the lab. It’s a crash or… No, not really a crash. It’s more like…
A bang.
What was that? Even though the sound originated outside the heavy metal doors of the anatomy lab, it still resounded through the room, loud and clear. And then, while the echo of the noise is still in my ears, I hear it again a second time.
What could have made a bang that loud? The only thing I could think of is…
A gun.
But it couldn’t have been a gun. Why would there be a gunshot in the hospital? Much less two gunshots. It doesn’t make sense.
Where are you, Victor? How long does it take to pick out a bag of chips?
While I’m contemplating my next move, a noise from across the room grabs my attention. It’s the heavy door to the anatomy lab swinging open, squealing on its hinges. Thank God—Victor has finally selected his snack and has returned. Maybe he’ll be able to tell me what that unsettling noise was.
I squint through my thick lenses at the doorway, and I feel a rush of relief at the sight of the familiar face of my classmate.
“Hey!” I call out. “Did you hear that noise a minute ago?”
He doesn’t answer me, which I find a bit odd. It’s also odd that there’s something splattered on his scrubs. His dark-brown jacket is hanging open, and his hands are shoved deep into the pockets. He walks toward me, the expression on his unshaven face completely blank. A drop of saltwater trickles down the side of his face.
“Is everything okay?” I ask him.
Again, he is silent. He just stares at me.
Now that he’s closer, I get a better look at the splatter across his chest. It’s dark red and still slightly damp. I’m not entirely sure what it is, but it looks almost like…
Oh God.
I take a step back. “What—”
Before I can complete my sentence, something dark obstructs my vision. It takes me several beats to realize there’s a gun pointed at my face.
My knees go weak. I grab onto the edge of the table, trying to keep myself upright. I lower my eyes to Agatha’s mutilated corpse, clearly unable to offer anything in the way of aid. The gun is inches from my forehead, and I can feel the heat radiating from it. There’s no doubt in my head anymore about what that bang was.
He’s already fired this gun tonight.
Oh God. I don’t want to die like this. Not here, not now. It can’t end this way. I’ve done some bad things in my life, but I’m pretty sure I don’t deserve this…
All I can think about is how pathetic it would be to die in the anatomy lab. The janitor will probably discover me here tomorrow morning. Will he even notice that I’m a medical student and not one of the bodies?
“Please…” I whisper.
His eyes are as black and impassive as the barrel of the gun. When he speaks, his voice is flat and toneless: “Do exactly as I say if you don’t want to die.”
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Freida McFadden
#1 New York Times, Amazon Charts, USA Today, Wall Street Journal, Sunday Times, and Publisher's Weekly bestselling author Freida McFadden is a practicing physician specializing in brain injury who has penned multiple bestselling psychological thrillers and medical humor novels. Freida’s work has been selected as one of Amazon Editors’ best books of the year, she is the winner of the International Thriller Writers Award for best paperback, and she is a Goodreads Choice Award winner. Her novels have been translated into 40 languages. Freida lives with her family and black cat in a centuries-old three-story home overlooking the ocean, with staircases that creak and moan with each step, and nobody could hear you if you scream. Unless you scream really loudly, maybe.To hear Freida talk about herself more in the third person, check out her website freidamcfadden.
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Great book love the mysteries and all the twists.. Any medical personnel would love this book! Highly recommend and wish I could read agsin!!
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I was skeptical at first...
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Suicide med was one of my favorite books from Freida McFadden, and I was extremely skeptical about her having made changes. I have to admit, she did a wonderful job! I definitely prefer this less confusing ending. I miss certain aspects from suicide med, but I understand...
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great story, loved reading it!
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Truly loved this. Especially loved the reading the storyline from each of the character’s perspectives. Freida has done it again, folks! Finished this in a single afternoon!
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Great read
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This is such a fast-paced thriller. The plot moves quickly, and the perspectives change. I highly recommend it! Such a good read!
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Oh my word!!
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What an amazing read! I loved all the twists and turns! Very well written and I loved all the characters!
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