Snippet #1695756

"Thank the Lord..."
Logan had sighed thankfully towards his new acting commander. He felt that a commander was like a teacher at the academy: They were all strict and stuff, but at least they cared for your well being. Logan turned on his heals, and headed towards the door. His medical bag hung beside him, and he put his lighter back in, along with the rest of the stash of his lighters. He was damn tired, and needed a break for once. Before leaving, he said.
"If I don't wake up in time, just yell. I may not be the nicest in the morning, but at least I will be awake. You can justify why later." He walked out the door, and slowly made his way to his room. He laid on the bed and thought about last night for a bit. It was the first time he had lost somebody in battle before, and even though his brain told him that he couldn't have done anything it still didn't feel right to him. He was a Medical genius, as the teachers said, and he cuoldn't even save 10 people. He felt a bit like a waste of space, but then fell into his deep slumber, hoping not to feel as so.
It didn't help.