This is a birthday present for JonBMX . Happy birthday man!

The unicorn army and the rebels both say happy birthday too.

This is a short story about Jona. Now we all know Jona's secret, but let's see how he got that way, shall we? ;)

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"Come on, Jona!" Skye called, laughing. He turned and started running.

I ran faster to keep up with him. My thirteen year old self wasn't a very fast runner, so he was getting farther away. But I didn't care. I knew my ways around Notch City. I knew Skye was taking me to see the statue that the city's building team was currently building.

I crossed the road in the intersection. and was going to continue sprinting, but I heard a scream. I jerked my head toward the feminine cry. I couldn't see anything, but it was coming from the left. Without thinking, I headed that way swiftly, crossing the road again and missing a minecart barely. Now that I was on the same sidewalk, I saw a small group of people standing in a circle. At first I was wary about it, but I shook the thought away and went over to them.

Through a small gap in the crowd, I saw what was in the middle. A lady was kneeling over a guy on the ground with a long slash along his arm, from the inside of his elbow (is there even a term for that?) to his wrist. There was lots of blood, and it looked deep. A diamond sword with blood on the blade laid next to him.

"Is there a doctor anywhere?" The brunette woman cried.

"My friend's a doctor." One of the guys in the small crowd said. "He went to get his medical equipment."

The lady kept whispering to the guy, who seemed to be knocked out, that it was going to be okay. But I guessed that she was mostly telling herself that.

"Here." I took my hoodie off, and gave it to the lady. "Press it on the cut."

She grabbed it, sobbed a thank you, and did what I said.

One minute later, a guy came over. "Step aside!" The doctor shoved his way through the crowd and knelt down.  "Someone go get the medics."

I stared in amazement as what he did next. He was so calm with the whole thing, even though this guy's life rested in his hands. Well okay maybe it wasn't that serious, but it was still an important thing to not mess up on.

During the "operation", the woman explained what happened. Her husband apparently tried to show her a sword trick. And then we all know what happened next, since he had a huge slash in his arm. It was hard to understand her since she was blubbering. I get that she was scared for his life, but I was tempted to tell her to pull herself together.

When the medics finally came a few minutes later, the guy was loaded up and taken to the hospital. The woman was sobbing thank yous to the doctor. However, he just simply said, "It's no problem ma'am." He then held my hoodie. "Who's is this?"

I raised my hand. He smiled warmly at me. "Thank you for that. That was a very kind thing you did."

"I gave it to her myself." I said proudly. For some reason, I really wanted to make this guy proud.

"Really." He raised his eyebrows. "You're a smart kid. But I don't think you'll want your hoodie back just yet. We can get it washed. Maybe you can come by the hospital later to pick it up."

I looked at the brown, bloodstained fabric in his hand. I didn't want that thing back to be honest. I always wanted an excuse to get a new one. But I did want to go into the hospital. So I nodded.

"Come back in, say, an hour? Tell them Dr. Picket sent you. What's your name?"

"Jon." I responded.

"Nice name. See you later kid." He walked away.

"Wow."

I turned around and saw Skye there.

"That was pretty cool." He said, snorting. "Maybe you can see a dead body at the emergency room."

I punched him in the shoulder. "That's rude."

He laughed. "Whatever man."

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Exactly an hour later, I was in front of the hospital alone. It was a classic Quartz building with the green cross on the front. There were a bunch of floors and a bunch of windows. There must've been a great view.

I walked in. The first floor was a lobby thing with a large waiting room to the left. There was a secretary's desk to the right, and a walled off area that took up the back. Elevators and stairs were to the right as well. There were many flower pots and paintings to brighten up the place.

"Hello. Are you visiting someone?" The man at the desk asked me. "Where are your parents?"

"I came to see Dr. Picket. He sent me." I said.

"He's on the third floor." The guy said no more.

I walked to the elevators and stairs. Wondering which one I should pick, I stood in front of them for a second. Then, I chose the stairs.

When I made it up the two flights of stairs, I opened the door to the hallways. Another secretary was at the front, this time a female.

"What are you doing on this floor?" She tried to ask nicely, but it came out plain rude to me.

"Dr. Picket is expecting me." I said.

"If you want an appointment, you're going to have to come back with your parents an—"

"Make way!" Someone called.

A stretcher rushed down the hallway, with an unconscious girl on it. Three nurses were guiding it, with a fourth talking to Dr. Picket, who was behind them.

I wanted to talk to him, but he was in the middle of discussing what happened with the nurse. Apparently, the girl had an allergic reaction to gunpowder when a table toppled and it sprinkled all over her.

I was about to leave, when I heard someone call my name.

"Jon!" Dr. Picket turned. "I have your hoodie in my office, follow me!" He walked quickly with the group.

I raised an eyebrow at the lady, who looked down. Then, I ran to catch up with the doctor.

The group brought the girl into a room. Dr. Picket spoke again. "My office is two doors down to the right. Just wait inside." He shut the door.

It felt like I was waiting forever. I had a staring contest with the wall, counted all the tiles on the floor twice, hummed 3 of my favorite songs, and played a bunch of scenarios through my head that were never going to happen.

Finally, Dr. Picket came down the hall, looking pale.

"Everything okay?" I stood up quickly.

"What?" He looked shaken up. "Oh, oh yes. Everything's fine." He smiled. "Come inside." He opened the door.

His office was small, but still nice. A simple birch wood desk with a computer on it, a chair behind it and in front of it. Some bookshelves along the back wall, and a couch to the right against the wall. My old hoodie was on the desk, freshly washed.

"I see you got a new jacket?" He raised his eyebrows.

I looked down at my new black hoodie. It was a little big, but I would grow into it. "Yeah. I didn't really want that one back." I admitted.

"Then why did you come here?" He sat down in his chair behind his desk.

"I just wanted to get an excuse to come into the hospital."

He laughed. "Honest. Well, that's good. So you have an interest in medicine?"

I sat down in the other chair. Shrugging, I said, "I'm not sure. It's cool, but I never thought about it."

"Have you ever gotten a chance to see it up close?"

"Only today."

"Hmmmm...." He thought about something. Then, he smiled. "How would you like an apprenticeship (I can't pronounce that well ;–;)."

My eyes widened. "Seriously?"

"Of course if it's okay with your parents. You can be my assistant. Help me with paperwork, be with me during checkups, and maybe we can branch off of that and you can go to medical school in a few years if you wish. You wouldn't get paid, unless later on you start to learn a thing or two." He leaned back. "So what do you say? You can take your time to think abo—"

"Yes!" I interrupted him. "I'd love to!"

He laughed again. "Well then. You can start tomorrow."

So for the next few years, I worked with Dr. Picket. Soon I even helped him with  treating some patients. He said I had a real career in medicine. But I still kept it all from Skye. He would never understand. So I got a part time job at age 15 in the mines to cover up where I was always going. I was always terrible at keeping secrets, so I started talking less. Eventually it just kind of stuck.

It was a good life. Enough excitement, easy to juggle. I had a lot of fun.

And things got even more fun when a group of strange people came into our shop on their way to see the council.

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Again, happy day of birth Jona. You're a great guy and you make everyone smile :)

Also like I won't be able to update tomorrow. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ so this is like a make up chapter. Yes.

No question.

Rock on, my little rebels.