(5 Years Later)
You- "Well, I don't see anything wrong, your medicine is working flawlessly and I see your breathing has greatly improved, keep taking the medicine until the bottle is gone and you should be able to do your usual activities."
"Thank you so much Dr. (L/N)! I've had this problem with my breathing for years and I was starting to give up."
You- "Medicine is improving, I'm certain there are other people that will recover as well."
"I sure hope so, thank you again Dr."
You- "You're welcome, have a safe trip back!"
My patient waved as they began to walk out of my little clinic/home. Ever since I left the Scouts, I decided to keep working until I finally became a doctor. My previous jobs have helped me learn so much that becoming a doctor happened naturally, though my journey to get there was not easy. It all happened so fast that I was starting to forget my time with the Scout Legion.
My life had been a bit easier since I have left the scouts. I was able to get almost enough sleep, I didn't have to hurry up to eat, I didn't have to wake up super early, I didn't need to stay up all night and I didn't have to do that much paperwork.
Oh...the paperwork.
I sort of cringed as I thought about the stack of paperwork. The endless stack of paperwork that I was so desperate to finish. As a doctor I do get a bit of paperwork, but its MY paperwork and no one else's.
Speaking of which.
I looked at the time and saw that it was already time to close up the clinic. I locked the door and closed the curtains. The sun had started to set, indicating that it was almost about to be 7:30.
I then walked over to my 'office' as I looked at the patient reports that I had done today. All I had to do was organize them and place them back in the patient's records. Why do I always let them stack up instead of doing it the moment they leave? If it was a very busy day then yeah, that's different but I literally saw 1 patient every hour or so.
By the time I had already finished it was passed 9, if I had know that it was going to be THIS much paperwork, then I wouldn't have let it pile up so much.
I then walked over to sit on the chair by my desk to have a quick little break. As I gazed out the window I started to think about Erwin again. How long has it been since I thought about Erwin? Few Weeks? Its hard to keep track when you have so much on your mind. Sometimes when I think about Erwin, I grab the journal that he had given me before I left to reread his entries.
For some reason his journal comforts me, what he wrote on there was very heartbreaking and tragic, but nonetheless these were his thoughts and I promised him that I would keep them locked away in my heart. And nothing will keep me from keeping my promise.
I suddenly reached over to open the dresser to take the journal out, only to find it empty. I let out a long sigh as I thought about the ONE person that could've taken Erwin's journal.
"Of course..."
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I went upstairs to find the one room that I usually found Erwin's journal in. I slowly approached the room so I wouldn't make so much noise but as I tried to quietly open the door, it was locked.
Of course...
I lightly chuckled as I pulled out my keys to unlock the door and slowly opened it. I saw nothing inside but a little boy sleeping soundly in his bed.
I walked over to see if he had the journal in his hands, he didn't. I looked all over his room and saw nothing, perhaps I had misplaced it? I highly doubt that.
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Dark Hidden Secrets - Erwin Smith x Reader
FanficYou and Erwin grew up in the same area and had been really good friends. He was older than you but he treated you like his little sister and ever since his father passed, he grew distant and you suddenly stopped seeing him. Years later, he became Co...