There was a small pause before he looked at his target, it missed just slightly of where he was aiming. He swore under his breath before a hand rested on his shoulder, his father smiled at him and wanted to try the gun. He placed it on the table and then walked back, his brother stood next to him and motioned him to take off his headset and then said into his ear,
"This is so much better than that dumbass doctor work right?" He said laughing before his father came back, his hand clutched in the other.
His father looked at him and smiled, this grey hair reflected some of the light of the shooting range. He patted his back, but in his mind it was a great time to bond before the unspeakable would eventually happen. Avery grimaced but his father was quick to take him into his arms and hug him reminding him that his last few months would be spent with him.
Avery was at his desk studying for his exam like he had the night before, this exam would mean he would either pass or fail. Medical school had been kicking his ass and he was almost done with it. It would've been easier if not for the fact that his father was about to go to the hospital, which weighed heavily on Avery's mind. He had to pass this exam too and it frustrated him. He threw his pen across the room and fell onto his bed, sighing and falling into a deep sleep.
The funeral was planned for the 30th and his exam for the 29th. He would get the results the day the funeral was held. There were a few job positions already lined up for him as well, exciting but also a stab in the heart. He knew exactly where to go in order to fulfill his dads wishes and become what he wanted to be.
"I hope I passed dad. If I did, I'm going to become very successful, I promise. I'm doing this for you." Avery said to his dad one last time before he was lowered into his grave.
There was the envelope, it laid on his desk. His brother stood next to him as he opened its contents and revealed them, he read it quickly and jumped up out of his chair and yelled up in joy, hugging his brother. Tears streamed down his face and he quickly knew that he was going to make it in the world.
Avery was on his plane ride to Livonia, his preferred destination as his father was part Polish. He was on the way there along with many other doctors and medical personnel apart of the 2nd wave response that Livonia had requested as their hospitals had become overfilled. Upon landing and the decontamination he took a long look at the green scenery before being loaded into a LDF APC and headed out straight to one of their tent cities for the sick. The soldiers there had become anxious about this disease and a few talked with them as they headed out towards them, but with quick words they were able to convince the soldiers that it could be solved with their arrival.
The doctors there were quick to treat the diseased and luckily were able to reduce the casualties. Avery decided that with a hefty bonus from the Livonian government, he would stay in the region and go over the data of the infection and send it to multiple disease centers around the area for closer examination. In that time he grew in love with the local area and its people, deciding to stay and send money to his brother over in the states.
During this time he decided to open up a local Karate dojo like he had always planned and in his free time he decided to train many Livonians in the art he knew quite well. While he was known as Master Fujin, he was little more than an apprentice himself, not taught by an actual Chinese instructor. However he soon gained fame in the city of Topolin while he worked in the hospital there and all over the region. These two parts of him would collide as the disease he had fought came back swinging.
In April 2020, he found himself at the center of the frenzied flu outbreak once again working with the LDF and being on the front line helping the people who were infected. This time was worse and when the government decided to reopen slightly after a few weeks, he was one of the figureheads that spoke against them. Every day he was bombarded by patients with new symptoms not seen before and during May 2020 he found himself unable to work the dojo. However on one of the last days he worked, he walked outside for a smoke and gunshots rang over the city. LDF personnel were attacked by what seemed to be rioters by were instead patients. His patients.
He ran home, barricaded the door, grabbed the guns in his closet. He quickly grabbed his phone and texted his brother, but his brother had entered the hospital for the frenzied flu already.
Avery, Doctor Avery, Master Fujin, what seemed like different people to him were now him. It took a toll on him, but he stood up again and again. This new world would be one he could be in.