by gorbo_longstocking
Everyday, I woke up and performed the steps necessary to complete my routine. It was monotonous, like clockwork, as I traveled down the tracks laid out for me since birth. With a mind uncontested, I found myself graduating college before I was legally an adult, and at the behest of my controlling parents, I continued on to medical school, then further on into a surgical residency at a nearby hospital. I had always wanted to help people and this was the best way to do it. So, why, with everything I had ever wanted at my fingertips, was I so unhappy? Maybe that was why when I awoke in the past, surrounded by farmland instead of my blankets that I decided to ‘just roll with it’ rather than scream. That was my motto now as I was unceremoniously dropped from my assigned path onto untrodden ground with no hope of going back. So, even when I saved the life of a soldier and was carted off into the heart of the corrupt Roman Empire to be the twin emperor’s new physician, I barely batted an eye. After all, I would do anything to save my patients. A Gladiator II Fanfiction (Can be read blind) Cover is a commission drawn by wayba3 on Twitter
