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I was born in the wilderness. My mother raised me next to a grove of wild berry bushes. I was naked and cold, and she had to feed me a lot, but when I was old enough I asked her about home. She told me it was south west, so I grabbed a berry and ran.

Boy was home south west! I ran and ran, having to stop a few times to pick some more berries. I started to see signs of civilization as I got older: a hitching post with a shovel here, snares and rabbit furs there. Eventually I noticed that all the trees had been cut down, so I knew I was close. When I spotted my first farm, I was ecstatic. People! I'd been running for years, but here they were, finally!

I was so happy to find the city and other people that I began to run around. Where was the food? Where was the smith? I didn't make it far before I came across an interesting building. Inside were sterile pads, water, antivenom... and a sign by the door that said medic.

Sweet, I thought. A city with an actual doctor. This is a nice place!

I turned around to look at the berry fields next to the medic hut, when suddenly I heard a rather unfortunate noise. When I turned back to look at the hut, the medic had died. Male or female I don't know, because I had only seconds to look at them. In my fleeting memory I think I saw long hair: a woman. But not old enough to have died of old age. Starvation it seemed.

Already I was diagnosing, and I was only a child.

The previous medic was named Berry. I ran into the hut, crying. No! The medic died! Others came in and mourned. We took the medic's stuff, but there was a knife in her (or his) apron and as a child I could not remove it. Somebody else did it for me, and took the red cross apron as well.

They left, but I stayed. Someone needed to stay in the hut in case of stabbings, or maulings, or snake bites. Who would tend to the poor children? I put on a blank apron, and stuffed a needle with a ball of thread in the pocket. I was the new medic, I declared to the few around to witness me.

Life went on.

My first few years as a medic were boring. Few people dropped by. There was still food in the hut, which I ate along with the berries from the field, and berries in a bowl to keep things diverse. Eventually the food was running low, and while I still had the berry fields, I figured it would be a good idea to find some pie, since I was old enough to eat it without it being a waste.

I didn't want to wander far, however, just in case someone needed me. Luckily, there was pie just to the south. People kept dying of old age nearby, which meant backpacks with pies in them lying all over the place.

An old man ran into the hut. He wanted to know how to heal, and said he would get someone to stab him. I watched him run around with a knife, trying to get someone to go for it, even going to far as to ask me. I said no. If I stabbed him I would not be able to heal him.

Eventually someone took the knife and stabbed him. The man ran into the hut with wounds. I had a sterile pad at the ready, but someone was standing too close. Then the man died, only seconds after being stabbed. I had no time! I tried, really! My first patient, and either I was too slow, or he starved to death before succumbing to his wounds.

Never again, I vowed.

I started standing at the door. "I am Doctor Clyde," I would say, so that the people knew they had someone to heal them if they were hurt. "The Doctor is in."

I saw some regulars. There was Zeus, who brought me thread and made sterile pads so I wouldn't have to leave the hut. He was working on a road, but he stopped to help the doctor anyway. He was a good man.

There was Amanda. A quiet child, but she clearly wanted to help. She brought me a firebrand when I asked for fire, although Zeus was already making the sterile pads for me. I still appreciated it.

Then there was Edward. He brought me pies. He worked hard and made sure the city was fed. I fear I may have been a bit of a jerk to Edward, and I am sorry. He saw that I was doing nothing, and maybe felt bad that I had no patients. So he went out and stabbed a child.

Now, I under no circumstances condone stabbing children, but at least he made sure the child was nearby. Eventually she came running to the medic and I slapped a sterile pad on her and stitched up the wounds. Edward, however, was starving. He couldn't put down the knife. He had just stabbed someone! He asked me to feed him, but I wanted him to know that I did not want him to stab anyone. I was going to feed him, but unfortunately my little lecture was somewhat too long. He starved before I could shove any pie in his face.

And then the child he stabbed starved in my hut, trying to grab one of my pies.

It was a sad time. But at least people knew I was there now. Mothers stopped by the hut to show their children where the doctor was. Many babies were being born nearby, and when there were a bunch of them outside the door I said, loud enough for all of them to hear, "Who wants to apprentice so they can take over when I am old?"

I was not going to let the same thing happen that happened to Berry. Die without anyone to take over? No thanks.

The mothers cared for their children, and continued to return and show them the hut. Eventually a child showed up. He had no name, but he had spirit. I asked him if he wanted to be the next doctor and he said yes.

I taught the young man everything I knew. He had a general idea before he showed up, but it didn't hurt to give him as many details as I could. How to make sterile pads, for example. We had many, and I'd only used one, but you never knew when someone would go on a murder spree. I had seen a child running around with a bow earlier.

Amanda dropped by. She was getting old, but not terribly wrinkly yet. She was saying her goodbyes. Amanda was a good woman, and when she died I was sad. She was my first cousin, and the unnamed kid was my first cousin once removed. "She your mom?" I asked.

"Yup," he said.

I was getting old. Time to retire. By that point I had been given the red cross apron that was still in town. I took it off and passed it to the new doc. Gave him my knife and prayed he wasn't secretly a murderer. His sister, Queen, was staring out at the withering berry fields. "Oof," she said. I agreed.

I spent the rest of my life tending to the berry fields. But I didn't have long left. It would have been nice to explore the town a little more, but my little corner was more than enough. There were good people there, and good memories. Even if some of them were a little bloody.

I hope that future doctors have as boring a stay as I did. Means the people are safe, and as far as I'm concerned, that's all that matters.

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...until one of them lived.

Funny story: I didn't realize that was my grandmother's name until after I died. Funny how those things work out, huh?

My name was Mushka Stone. I was born to a mother who, as she put it, was "high as balls." She named me mushroom and held onto me until, I assume, she came down from her high. We were out in the wilderness for most of my young days, but she eventually brought me home to a nice little village with many berries and a thriving community.

I explored during my childhood, watered some berries, and soon discovered that we had a sheep pen but no sheep. I knew I needed to find some mouflon. So I ran out into the wilderness and started my search.

To my first daughter, Greenlee,

You were born in the wasteland, far from home. You were probably scared and could only hope your mom knew what she was doing. I gave up my search then, because I knew I had to keep you alive. I brought you home, and you went on to give me grandkids, and even a beautiful great-granddaughter named Star. Star was such a helpful little girl.

To my first son Purvi,

Why did you do it? Was it because I laughed at your name? It was supposed to be Purple. I knew I was playing with fire making an arrow while popping out kids, but Blue did not deserve what you did to her. Rot in hell son.

To Oran,

Sorry I didn't spend more time with you. Your older brother was a handful, trying to talk to me one letter at a time. I hope you got the hang of our little village without your mother around much.

To Red,

You were the best son a mother could have hoped for. So attentive, you just wanted to hunt. I did everything I could to help you achieve that goal. I hope you found the mouflon in the north, not just for me, but for little Blue and the whole village.

To Blue,

Poor sweet little Blue. I loved you so much, but your life was short. I cried and held you in my arms as you died. Purvi didn't live long after he killed you though, don't worry.

To Blue,

My second Blue, born in the middle of a murder. I didn't pick you up right away because I was holding your sister. You must have been so scared. Family shouldn't murder family.

To Yelitza,

You were a rather active baby, always running off while I was juggling the little ones. But why were you white? Literally none of my other kids were white. I almost didn't believe you were mine.

And finally, to my youngest son, Lilac,

You were a special boy. Didn't even know how to eat. I put you in a skirt and called you pretty. I promise I wasn't mocking you, you were just so cute. I grew old while you were a baby and hand fed you berries, and once I knew you knew how to feed yourself, I ran off to help red with his backpack. Sorry I didn't stick around longer, I'm sure there was far more for you to learn then how to click on your own face.

In addition, to Daisy Stone,

You were not one of my kids, but you killed Purvi. Thank you. Blue can rest in peace because of you, and I believe it was your skirt that I put on Lilac. You were a special woman and the entire village owes you big time. I'm sorry my son was such a rotten apple.