1 A miracle is born

A baby is delivered bathed in light, the mother feels no pain during the delivery as the child is me, Herb Scott, a medicine god.

"She never cried when she was born, and opened her eyes only a few hours after birth, she was capable of walking mere months later, she excelled at all her classes in school and was taken out early due to a lack of necessity, but atop it all, she is immune to all diseases and can cure illness and pain of others with her touch, your daughter is truly proof of god" the old doctor croaked.

"I'm not proof of god, I am a god!" I wailed, "When will you people get that through your heads?". My mother and father where all to eager to shut me up so the analysis could be finished.

"As you know, she's already been givin a immediate job at any hospital she wants as head doctor. However this may not be what she wants to do with her life. Only she may chose how to use this power she's been granted."

My mother chimed in "Oh she wants to work at a hospital, it's always been her desire to help people!". I couldn't say anything, the way my power works is that I cannot be sick and can heal the sickness of others or their pain, but I myself still feel pain, and if I tried to contradict what my parents said, they would beat me again, and if I tried to bring it up, people figured "well if she's a godly child, her parents must be perfect!" And would assume I'm lying.

I had never wanted to work at a hospital, but rather as a teacher, however my parents saw a different path for me.

"Doctor?"

"Yes herb?"

"My legal age of 17 allows me to leave the family with the right paperwork, correct?"

"Yes but why would you want to do that?"

"I just want to live on my own and be independent"

That was about the end of the session, we got into yet another argument afterwards, this time about whether I was ready to move out.

"Your not ready."

"Well I can easily earn enough money to live on my own. I don't see why I can't."

Without a good retort, the next few months involved a lot of paperwork, and me eventually accepting a job at a hospital (just to earn money for a apartment).