Bright Lights

I'm currently at an unknown place in an unknown world with a very pissed Florence Nightingale scolding me for not doing the best that I could do with my medical field and she's not satisfied with the way I prematurely died without saving the whole of Britain but she has something in mind instead... "Mr. Kirkstoic you pledge to me to do your duty as a Drug and Surgical Practitioner you will again pledge to me that you will be successful in your plan to save the whole of Britain and cure this plague. I will bring back your consciousness and you will do as I told... You will save people's lives, you will return back there and save people's lives. I will not help you again if you fail, you're on you're own if you fail again. No turning back, I will give you intimate knowledge for your return everything you need to know about the medical world for the next 3 centuries. This will advance your way of thinking about your role as a medical practitioner. Be a doctor, no holding back ok? Cure them even if it kills them! This is your only chance Neal proves to me that your worth the life that you've been given again..." As Ms. Nightingale slowly fades out from my vision, I feel heat... My heart beating... My muscles moving... My consciousness coming back... "Wh- What? Where am I?" Then a man replied to my questions. "Laddie, yoo're in Scootlund. Thenk god yoo're nae deid efter sleepin' fur fuir weeks. I replied. "F-Four weeks!?" The man replied. "Yeah, yoo've bin a injured in yer torso when Ah foond ye in a wee ally. I've bin informed 'at yer friends ur at irelain takin' shelter thaur fur th' time bein'. Britain seems hud fa'en frae those invaders. fur th' pure techt time yoo've almost died frae th' stab oan yer torso. Yer a luck laddie." I sighed from relief that I'm still alive but I'm still curious about why that person stabbed me on my lower torso and left me for bleeding. The man opened his mouth and said. "Frae th' looks ay ye, ye swatch loch a plague doctur tay. seems 'at someain hud a grudge abit ye. Guid hin' is yer alife an' yer patients need yer help an' Ah ken yer backgroond Mr. Neal. If yoo're feelin' braw noo Ah can gie ye a tram gonnae Irelain safely tae regroop ye wi' yer mates." I nodded to his offer and prepared for my trip to Ireland. But before I left he said something. "Och yeah, name's Brandon, ye better nae fail Nightingale, awe rite? ye hae a stoatin battle in yer way yoong laddie." I replied. "Wait... Oh, sure I won't waste this opportunity." I left and rode the Tram to Ireland.

Seeing bright lights while on the tram... This life shouldn't be wasted on just saving Britain. What I want is to left a generation of medicine that will mark my nameplate in history. Night falls and I'm still on the tram slowly nearing Ireland with a different feeling in my head after waking up for 4 weeks. The feeling of saving a person's life through medicine is urging me to help someone. Is this what Ms. Nightingale told me that I got a piece of her madness of a nurse that made her history to everyone who is under the medical spectrum. The euphoric feeling that I just got after saving a lot of people back in Liverpool. Smiling like a maniac, what happened to me is the rebirth of the Doctor Of Death. I can feel it moving through me, this motivation to save people, this rewarding feeling that rushes towards my brain releasing a lot of dopamine this makes me laugh. I began my return to create medicine that will help me in this 'second' life. Ooh yeah, its kicking in alright. On to work then! A little bit of this and a little bit of that write that down make the contents of this medicine on my record book. A little bit of heat, a little bit of water then boil it hot. I can smell the cure, tell me am I going the right way? Am I gonna be successful? Are they ready for my return hmm? My head is spinning from the dopamine I can't stop laughing. I injected myself with some depressants to suppress the dopamine to relax a bit. It looks like I'll be doing this a lot now, after all I did go a piece of the personality that is the Iron Fist of the Medical World known as Florence Nightingale. I guess from what I got from her is her satisfaction when she healed a near-death soldier. Of course, who doesn't get very happy and very relieved from that situation and were talking about Ms. Nightingale here? But in the end, I'm just an executioner that specializes in saving lives now. I'm mean what the heck even is happening with me with all the laughing and the medicine ready for those who despise me. I won't hesitate this time, no not happening again as the last time. And after a few hours, I arrived in Ireland before sunrise and with enough sleep.

I was greeted by a very worried Julie, "Hey, everyone was worried about you! You should know that everyone owes this to you without your help we wouldn't be here in Ireland. But back to what we are today, welcome back Neal." I nodded to the people who came to see me arrive. "Thanks, everyone, but from this day onwards you may experience a change in my personality. It's a long story but I hope that everyone would understand that. By the way, Julie where's Her Majesty and the Maid Brigade?" Julie replied they just recently talked to the local mayor of Dublin for the temporary shelter that we will be using here." So it begins... This war between us and the current threat. I feel lighter than usual but the scar of getting knifed on my stomach stays and marks the second life that I owe to Ms. Nightingale. So I began my continuous service in the medical term fulfilling my duty,

curing the remaining patients, doing surgeries, making medicine. I did my duty for two weeks... March is nearing, I prepared everyone with everything I had in my arsenal of deadly medicine. But before we began our packing Julie called me over for a talk. "Neal, I had something in mind that has been boggling me for the past month... Why is it that you've changed from your quiet nature to this person?" I replied. "Julie, I am a gifted person and I use my gifts as what it is intended to. I know that it might change the way you look at the way I help people, but the formula is still the same. Observe, Cure, Repeat those three things are still the same for me. I just changed the way on how I approach it, nothing's bad with a small change right? But if you wanna really know, I guess you have to know this I guess. I've been reborn, by Florence Nightingale. Now it might sound like I'm messing with you but really. I felt it also the first time I saw it. But when I was at the border of life and death Nightingale prevented me from going any further to death. She made me reflect on what is my actual role as a doctor, she was really mad at me. Even though you know that I made a living on executing criminals. Even criminals who weren't the ones who did the crime. That kind of bad job, but since the medicine that I made were those that kill the patients instead of curing them. She proved me wrong about only knowing death without seeing life. From my point, I only knew death but she insisted that I wasn't killing innocent people just from the law. I was doing the wrong duty as a doctor. She pointed at me and said that I need to go back in life and make life worth the death I've done as far as I knew from what she said. Now that she gave me another chance at my duty she gave me a piece of her personality as a medical practitioner. The Joy Of Life, it's a piece of her personality that made her want more people living than dying. The joy that drives her to serve and serve more patients the happiness that can make a doctor go mad. It may be small but that gave me the reason to look at life again. I'm not only back but I learned something too." Julie replied. "I understand, but I did not only called you here about your change... But... I'm here to tell you what

I feel about you... Neal, I love you! I know that you love my step-sister but from the looks of you I felt that I was needed by you! The feeling of seeing you breakdown when someone talks about Helena. But I can fulfill that empty hole in you!" Julie jumped towards my lips and pushed me to the wall kissing me with worrying that she might not be the person that I want. But I felt the feeling from her that she's serious about this and started crying while she's deep into kissing me. But this warm feeling that I feel from her is the same from Helena, she's really her step-sister indeed. So I hugged her and replied from her woes. "I understand from what you meant, I know Helena is my first love but I think that being with you isn't as different as going with Helena. I want you to fulfill that for Helena and for me." I continued to hug her until she stopped crying and from the looks of it she really did release everything in with her emotion and fell asleep on my hands. After I brought her to her room

I began thinking... Is it really worth the risk for what I'm going to do once we're back in Britain? I guess I'll hold on for now.