POST-RIO JOURNAL - INTEL COLLECTED 1 OF 1
Here I am again. Sitting in my old spot in the corner of the lab, writhing on my journal and looking out over that familiar view of the courtyard. I can hear Reinhardt telling the same old war stories at the top of his lungs. It’s almost like no time has passed.
But it has. Almost a decade later, and here I am again: a doctor on the frontline of another war, with more work to be done.
It’s hard for me to remember the child I was, the one who dreamed of a world without death. Maybe I lost her during one of those endless emergency room graveyard shifts.
Cole’s new recruits are staying just as positive. I see my younger self in some of them, but mostly I feel tired. Distant. Older than all of them, even Reinhardt. Especially Reinhardt.
It’s good to see Fareeha again, though.
@ANNIHILXTI0N
But it has. Almost a decade later, and here I am again: a doctor on the frontline of another war, with more work to be done.
It’s hard for me to remember the child I was, the one who dreamed of a world without death. Maybe I lost her during one of those endless emergency room graveyard shifts.
Cole’s new recruits are staying just as positive. I see my younger self in some of them, but mostly I feel tired. Distant. Older than all of them, even Reinhardt. Especially Reinhardt.
It’s good to see Fareeha again, though.
@ANNIHILXTI0N
