𝘖𝘳𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘤 | 𝘖𝘭𝘥 𝘋𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘜𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯 & 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

[3.] 𝗜𝗻 𝗧𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗲

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A few days had passed since the massacre incident, and once again my office was a chaotic mess, piled high with paperwork and the weight of responsibility. After deciding to stay behind to focus on my work and tend to any civilians in need while Benevolent_Day was occupied elsewhere, today's patient arrived in the late afternoon. They had a bullet wound through their hand, a consequence of my massacre—a mistake that weighed heavily on me.

Unfortunately, Benevolent_Day wasn't available to attend to them this time, so I took on the responsibility in his absence. Despite being a doctor myself, filling his shoes felt daunting.

The civilian wasn't exactly thrilled about being treated by me, but he had little choice—it was either accept my help or face far worse consequences. As he sat in a chair with a disappointed expression, I stood behind my desk sorting through papers.

"Alright, your checkup is done, but the wound won't heal completely," I informed him. The civilian shot me a sidelong glance. "I wonder whose fault that is," he muttered under his breath, thinking I hadn't heard. I resisted the urge to physically pick him up and throw him out the window. Instead, I clenched my fists behind my back and glared at him, attempting to think of a way to lighten the mood.

"How about this: if you be a good boy, I'll give you a piece of candy," I said, trying to sound pleasant and coax a better attitude from him. He responded by crossing his arms defiantly, which only served to irritate me further. "Well, if you have nothing else to say, then get out of my office," I snapped, pointing towards the door.

The civilian uncrossed his arms, his demeanor shifting as he suddenly remembered something. "Wait! I... I've been feeling dizzy lately... but it's not an infection!" he hurriedly defended himself, clearly wary of provoking me. I merely whistled indifferently and regarded him with a bored expression before walking over to a drawer. I retrieved some medicine and handed it to him briskly.

"Take these three times a day. Come back in four days if you're not dead yet." I deadpanned. He flinched in surprise at my bluntness, but before he could say anything else, I guided him out of the office and slammed the door shut behind him.

I sighed heavily as I leaned against the door, sliding down slowly until I sat on the floor. Holding my legs close to my chest, I began to wander in thought, only to suddenly remember the impending meeting. I groaned in annoyance, realizing I hadn't gotten any sleep at all. I debated whether to make the trip back to my [RESIDENCE] to get some sleep or stay in my office and continue working until exhaustion took over. 

I chose to remain in my office, planning to work until exhaustion, given its proximity to the [SUPREME LEADERS] mansion. Rising from my chair, I walked over to a cluttered desk strewn with paperwork. Sheets were piled high, each stack representing a mountain of unfinished tasks. I paused, eyeing one particularly organized pile before letting out a sigh. I reached for the top paper.

"Well, this should occupy me..." I murmured to myself, leaning in and resting my cheek on my right hand as I began to read the words on the page.

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Three hours had passed since I last engaged with my work. Exhaustion threatened to overtake me; my eyes twitched, yet I persisted in staying awake. Just as I blinked, the paper in my hand vanished. Frowning, I scanned the area until I spotted the crumpled page on the floor. I groaned in frustration, slamming my face onto the desk, overcome by weariness, and closed my eyes slowly.