Waning | PaytonxArctic

Mom and Dad don't fully know that I'm doing this still. I wish I could talk to them about it. I like to talk to myself when I'm headed home, imagining what the conversations with them would be like if I could talk about my pursuit of the medical field. However, they still want me to be their golden career boy. They want me to become some swordsman who can basically represent the modern day knight. But that's not what I want. I do want to save lives as the modern day knight, but the one who heals wounds. Not the one that deals them.

The thing in question is my nursing apprenticeship. It's a low-down one. Something that I found through a girl who knew a guy that had a brother. The brother was involved with the medical field, and after having some strings get pulled, he said he'd be willing to let me help out with various tasks from time to time in his office. It was nice. I felt like I had a chance to really do what I wanted to do. The issue was that it was so late. I was still enrolled with career training stuff, so I told Mom and Dad that during the night I was helping train some of the younger kids that can't go during the day.

It was late. I was taking the same route I normally do - which typically involves a back road here or there, but I keep to myself. I was snapped out of my walking trance by a raised voice. "Fuck you!" A man with his middle finger raised up was seen silhouetted a few yards from me. It looked like it was at me. I couldn't tell. The motion from his other hand lifting a bottle up to his lips, with no liquid to fall. "That's your fault, fucker". Wonder what's goin on there. Whose fault? For what? "Need somethin'?" My voice produced a cloud of cold air as I called back at the guy.