The Prophecy

Chapter 3: He's A Real Menace To Society

A/N: Hi all! Sorry it's taken a bit to get back to writing! Midterms + getting fingerprinted for my education classes + three essays will do that to a girl haha! Anyways, enjoy and let me know what you think!

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Winnie's life consisted of a monotonous schedule that was hell to her nurses and a saving grace to Winnie herself. She had always been a creature that thrived on a schedule and habits, even since the time since she was a little girl. For the longest time, Winnie's life had been rising with the sun, preparing breakfast for everyone in the family, doing the house chores, taking the little ones to school, going to school herself, picking up the younger siblings, going to work, making dinner, cleaning up after her father, helping everyone else with homework, sleep—repeat.

The schedule had varied and changed once her siblings had grown and were all working and a bit more self-reliant. But the schedule was the one thing that Winnie could count on. That life was going to be like this for a set amount of time.

Some doctors hated having a schedule—hated being at the beck and call of others, hated being on call, and hated the monotony of the shifts. But not Winnie. It provided relief from being a mother, a wife, a sister, a person to other people. In those hours of her shifts, Winnie could lose herself and forget about the rest of her life.

So maybe the military was exactly the sort of thing that Winnie was attracted to. There was something entirely appealing about a set schedule, someone giving orders, knowing that she was making a difference, and doing the work. It was mindless—yes. But Winnie had lived a whole life of following orders and doing things just because she had been told to.

This was nothing new.

There were a few differences in her shifts and the way that days were structured here at Camp Toccoa. She still rose early, but Winnie was no longer doing the cooking. There was a set time for studies and for practical application in the medical cabin—teaching the nurses about specific military standardized practices.

Exercise time began in the mid-morning and therein is where some of Winnie's problems began. Winnie, one of perhaps 20 or so doctors at the moment, had been assigned to a particular captain. As was the practice, each doctor and their assigned nurses would be turned over to the company in which the captain they were assigned to. They would then train the medics within the company and work with the men to provide basic first aid skills and knowledge.

The particular captain in question that Winnie had been assigned to was not someone that particularly pleased about a female doctor being at Camp Toccoa. In fact, the utter look of disdain on his face was unmistakable as Colonel Sink introduced Doctor Winnie Allen to Captain Herbert Sobel.

For a moment, there was just a heavy beat of awkward silence.

Neither one of them spoke. Winnie could see the displeasure and discomfort plain as day on his face—and she wasn't about to say anything to ease his patriarchal mind about her place in the world. Rather, Winnie just forced the smile onto her face. "I'll look forward to working with you and helping teach your medics."

Sobel looked as though he had just been scalded by her presence. "Well, I'll leave you to it. She's a damn good doctor, Sobel. And you're a damn good captain. I want to see great things from the two of you."

With that, Colonel Sink disappeared down the road, leaving a panicked captain and a less-than-pleased Winnie. Captain Sobel just turned to face her, nearly rocking on his heels as he took her in yet again. "Are you sure that you're going to be able to keep up with me?" He questioned in a wary tone.