A Fallen Soldier

MEDICAL GENIUS

DANIELS POV

"Ok," I sigh. "Keep your cool, Daniel." I repeat the words over and over and over and then running my left hand through my messy black hair. When was the last time I brushed it again? A few hours? Days? How long has it been since I got my medical degree, M.D for short, this means a few things to me, I'm one of the youngest doctors in sudria and it also means I can now join the kingdoms army as a medic and I might as well be the youngest there, hell, maybe in the hole army, I have no idea. I hear a knock, must be the mail man, I steel myself and slowly open my room door and walk down the stairs, I stare at my door and the small latter on the mat I walk slowly and pick it up and I look at the stamp sudria crest.

My heart almost stops, I quickly sit myself down and I can feel my left leg jolting up and down over and over and over.

"Just open the damn thing,"

I murmur to myself, slowly with shaking hands I left the latter into my palm and rip it carefully, like a kid trying to open there Christmas gifts without ripping the pretty wrapping paper, or was that just me? There not usually this quick with people, are they? By this point the letter is almost fully open, its folded again, damn it, I let out a sigh showing my annoyance I unfold it again my hands feel oddly less shaky then they did before, I thought they would have been more, maybe I'm just getting over the shock of what just happened, maybe. And now I've opened it up fully.

Dear Dr.Daniel Andreas Anderson

We are more then happy to welcome you into our ranks as a medic for the sudria army after hearing about your recent graduation of sudria medical school for the young and gifted, unfortunately due to unforeseen circumstances you're first assessment will be earlier then you expect we need you here at exactly one o'clock sharp, we will update you and give you the equipment you will require.

Best wishes, Commander Katz.

My heart almost stops fully. A mission, today! Right now! My eyes quickly move to the clock on my living room wall

"Ten thirty"

I whisper which means I have exactly three hours to get ready, exactly three hours to calm my nerves, three hours to ready myself. What unit I'm even going into? Who will I work with? Will they expect me? As a medic at eighteen? Well my birthdays in two days so soon nineteen but still pretty young for a medic, I try to keep my mind off of it by moving on to a task, getting dressed and not being trapped in pajamas after getting dressed I brush my hair for the frist time in what feels like days, I wish I had a parent who would tell me off for this kinda thing, maybe they'd scold me for being so careless or they'd help me do it, maybe I put my brush down and my eyes move to the carpet not to far away where I see my brown boots worn and old somehow still fit after all this time.

I check it off my mental checklist that brings me to eleven o'clock and then I remember that I'd left toast in the toaster for fifteen minutes, I curse myself again and again as I basically run down to grab it and put it in my mouth it tastes to crispy for my liking but I suck it up, while the toast is still in my mouth I grab my brown satchel bag also worn out maybe this new round of income I will actually buy myself some new stuff. I check. to make sure everything is inside; water bottle, headphones, medicine, being a healer won't carry me all the way through this I grabbed my watch and wrap it around my left wrist and lift it up so I can see the small clock on it.

"Eleven thirty"

How the hell has time went by so fast? Well, there's a psychological term for that. it's called tachysensia it's like a hiccup in time, the "fast-feeling"- wait, right, right focus I've got everything I need and now I'm double checking it over and over and over. And over then, I bolt out the door and lock it.