Dear Daughter [TomTord]

Letting Go

+Next Week: Outside Medical Ward+~

"Can't I go with Tomi?" Torm asks.

"This is suppose to be a separate thing for you and your brother Torm." Tom holds his son's hand with an assuring squeeze.

Today is the first day of Torm's counseling session. Tom had walked him all the way to the red medical ward just in case the his son had the audacity to purposely miss his appointment.

Torm turns his head, looking down to the floor. He didn't want to see the head doctor for the Red Medical Department. Unlike Dr. Grace, the Red Medical Head Soldier in charge of the ward is unsettling compared to her comforting presence.

"I know you don't get along with him, but please try and be on your best behavior."

"No promises."

Tom scans his key card against the sensors to let the sliding doors open for them. The two of them walk into the Red Medical Department to be greeted with Medical soldiers, nurses and doctors, treating their patience with order.

Nurses and Doctors stop their work while injured soldiers stop their chatter. All of them give a salute to Tom when they take notice of his presence in the room.

"Good Morning Blue Leader."

Tom whales them off to settle their salutes. "At ease, this is no place for formal greetings, there are wounded needed to be treated."

Nurses and Doctors resume to their duties while the injured soldiers Cary on with their conversations. The mother and son pair move pass them to head for the main office where Torm will have his appointment.

When they get to the door, Tom gives it a good two resounding knocks.

"Doctor, you in?"

"The door's open, be my guest." A smooth voice sounds from the other side.

Tom opens the office door for Torm and himself to look inside. Seated at a desk chair, hair reddish brown styled short and messy, is Torm's Head Doctor.

"Hello Blue Leader, I see you brought my patient for today." The young doctor says calmly. The doctor himself wore a black turtle neck long sleeve top, black slacks with a pair of same colored dress shoes. He wore a red lab coat to signify his occupation within the army.

Tom chuckles, "I'm just making sure he gets here on time." The doctor's green eyes glance over to the devil.

"Storm."

"Dr. Duke..."

Torm still had it out for the new head doctor that his father has assigned for the Red Medical Ward. Dr. Frank had been such a better doctor than this new young doctor.

Dr. Frank had been with his father for a long time, started when he was 39 when the Red Army came to be, but he is getting older. So to deal with the next head of the department, his father let Dr.Frank choose his successor. The young man being Dr. Duke.

'A man high skilled in the medical field, or so I've heard.' Torm thinks to himself as his digital eyes look at the doctor with distrust. This doctor is the only one who calls him by his full first name when they know he doesn't like it. He internally wishes that Dr. Frank was his doctor since the old man still works for the medical ward as head assistant.

Tom's pager went off by his belt until he turns it off. "It seems I'm needed back with Tord." He turns back to his son and places a quick kiss on the teen's forehead. "Remember to be on your best behavior, okay?" He said after giving a soft smile.