text: Gregori tossed and turned impatiently in his cot. Even though the pain had subsided, if he wasn’t seen by a doctor soon he knew he would die. He had spent the past hour trying to get a doctor, a surgeon, or even a nurse’s attention. The entire field hospital was flooded with wounded and dying soldiers like himself and they paid no attention to him as they walked past him. “Hey!” He would shout to anyone who passed his bed and “Can you even hear me, my leg’s been bleeding for half an hour now!” Yet to no avail. No one had even noticed him until a man in a dark suit passed by his cot and he called out to him “Aren’t you going to help me?!” To his surprise, the man in the dark suit stopped and turned directly toward him. “You haven’t been seen yet?” The response annoyed Gregori. “No.” He answered. “Aren’t you going to help me out doc?” The man only sighed as he walked over and spoke angrily “I’m not a doctor but I’ll help you”. He said as he walked over to him and pulled out a pen and notepad. Gregori sighed in relief. Though this man didn’t even look like he was with the hospital or the military he was glad at least someone cared. “Anyways”. The man said. “I’ve been busy all morning so I haven’t got your information down besides the obvious. What’s your name?” Gregori then nodded “em Gregori Tabov Sir.” He said not sure what to address him as. The man then nodded and jotted it down on a notepad. “You’re from Vespool aren’t you?” He asked. Gregori was taken back by this “That’s correct. How did you know?” The man then stopped. “Your entire regiment is from there it was a lucky guess”. Gregori then nodded “Alright, are you a chaplain or something I don’t understand?” The man shook his head “Look I’m sort of busy. Someone can explain when you go to the next place. You were hit in the upper thigh correct?” Gregori then nodded and felt his cold leg “That’s correct. Look no offense but can you find me a surgeon? I’ve been laying in this cot too long and I’ve had too many friends who went out just like this”. The man then looked up from his notepad and stared at his leg for only a moment and spoke with certainty. “You won’t need a surgeon, also you were a believer in our Lord and savior weren’t you?” Gregori to this became annoyed “Well of course. I’ve always been a God-fearing man. But I have to tell you I’m not in the mood to be talking to some kind of chaplain, no offense”. The man then finished his notes and stuck them into his jacket “I’m not a chaplain.” He said. “Anyways I’ll come by to pick you up in a minute here. I have to help one of your old friends down the hallway. He took a bullet between his eyes”. The man then tried to turn and leave but Gregori stopped him “wait! What the Hell are you doing? I can’t even feel my leg anymore, everyone in this whole place has ignored me but you and I can’t even get a straight answer on what’s going to happen to me.” The man then frowned. “You don’t know?” He asked. Gregori then sighed “Know what?” The man then spoke with a stern voice “You died fifteen minutes ago.” Gregori then blinked and stared at him for a moment and then lifted the blankets to reveal the cot was soaked in dry blood and he noticed his skin was almost completely pale. “What.. what happens now then?” The man then nodded “Well like I said you’re coming with me to the next place.. and when you’re there we’ll see how much of a God-fearing man you really were.