The Soldier In Me

Drafted, pt. 2

"I am? I didn't realize I'm sorry miss." I take the clip board. All the seats were taken so I took my place standing along a wall to fill out the paperwork, it asked things like my full name, height, health conditions, etc. I answered all of them and handed the clipboard back to the woman at the door.
All of us sat in the room while people were called back, each individual person. Stood there for hours.
"Hey!" I tried getting the door ladies' attention, "When will I be called back?"
"First come first serve, you will probably be last." She says, only looking up at me to be sure who I am.
"So do I have the chance to go get coffee or tea from the shop across the street?"
"No"
"Cool...thanks for your help, ms?"
"Anne is fine."
"Miss Anne." I went back to where I was standing.
I am pretty sure about an hour in my feet went numb and I stopped feeling them. They kept calling us back every half hour to fifteen minutes, and felt like the waiting was never going to end.
"Dean, Maverick?" Someone finally calls and I look up.
I walked over to the door and the woman talked to me, "Nice to meet you, Maverick. I'm Nurse Shoal. I'll be taking you back to Dr. Evans." 
"Why?" I ask
"Well we have to double check to make sure you are up to expectations."
"Genuinely...that sounds super toxic and body shaming and-"
"Save it, five other people said the exact same thing." She kept walking to one of the empty rooms and opened the door, "wait here."
Cool...I can wait again...
I kept waiting in the room for another half hour so me and the walls got well acquainted. They were light blue, with a few photos of some sort of abstract art, blue, green, and one with roses smashed in the paper.
Roughly fifteen minutes later a man walks in. A very tall man, red hair and a small stubbly red beard with brown eyes, "Hey how are ya!?" He asked, his voice was very light and joyful.
"Going alright considering I just got drafted." I shrugged my shoulders and sat up straight.
He laughed nervously, "Ah yea that can't be...I mean you're serving the country kinda like me, one way or another you're helping our country thrive."
"I guess so."
"See? Alright if I could just get you on this scale." He points at one of those scales at doctors offices.
I stood on the scale and he waited for the number to pop up, "177.2, thank you and the height scale." he wrote something down on his clipboard.
I stood under the height scale and he brought the scale down to the top of my head, "5 '8, great you can have a seat now."
I sat down, "So doc what's the news?"
"Well consider this more of a general check up, like you get every year more than an inspection to see if you are safe to go into the military."
"Alright...What now?"
"Well now I ask you what medications you are taking, your mental and physical health history that isn't already in the system and that is probably going to be it from me," He looks over at me and types on his computer.
"Right, I don't take any medications as of right now." I shuffle in my seat.
"Alright thank you, and your mental health history?"
"I mean I had depression when I was younger, but I think that's it." I pause, "Or at least that's all that's been diagnosed."
God this conversation is...awkward.
He types away on his computer for a few seconds, "Physical history? Any broken bones in the past?"
"I broke my wrist when I was 9."
"Good good, not the breaking your arm part of course, good that you remember that!" He types more, "Well from here it's looking like you are in very very good health."
"So I am going into the military...Damn I really liked that will they won't they energy it was giving off."
The doctor chuckled lightly, "You should be getting an email or text message soon giving you information on if you passed this part, and the military will pay for your ticket."
"Where am I going?"
"Oh I couldn't tell you, probably somewhere where you are able to train for a while, well it was nice meeting you Mr. Dean." He looked at me then at the door, as if pushing me out with his eyes.
I stood up, "It was nice to meet you too, sir." I walked out the door and into the lobby again, outside the window it was dark out already, the woman who was standing at the door still standing at the door, "Good bye sir."
I just nodded at her and walked out, "Damn..."
On my car drive home I called Jess, "Hey Jessie! So bad news, I am going to be drafted."
"Wait so that was real?"
"Yep, the doctor said I was in very good health." I am sure my friend caught on to the anxiety in my voice.
"What are the chances they actually pick you?"
"High."
"Well...I'm sure everything will be ok..." She sounded like she was convincing me more than herself but that's fine.
"Well I'm driving so I gotta go, Love you Jess!" I hung up and drove home in silence, the only thing playing in the background was the playlist I made in the waiting room called, "I'm getting drafted, mom would be proud."

WRITERS NOTES!!!
I hope this little bit more turns out alright, it;s around 1000 words!! The playlist IS real and is on spotify right now(I'm building it) I'll be updating again this thursday.
(Don't forget to take care of yourself.)