*******Isaac's POV*******

"You're going to have to stay off that ankle for a couple of days," I told the soldier whose foot and ankle I had just wrapped up. He was trying to show off by jumping over a chair, and hurt himself in the process. It's a good thing he's cute, because he kind of seems like an idiot.

"I can't do that," he whined at me. "I want to be able to participate in the games!"

"And you can," I told him as I wrote down a few notes in his chart. "In two or three days. Be good until then, or you'll end up coming back to see me, and I'll be a lot less nicer than I am being right now."

"Because you're being so nice to me now?" he asked as he laced up the boot on his non-injured foot. I had him remove it earlier so that I could compare it to the swelling on his injured ankle.

"You didn't get hurt during a drill, Evan," I told him with a sigh as I picked up my tablet to add stuff into his digital file, as well. "You got hurt being stupid. Stupidness doesn't deserve good bedside manners."

He sighed and stood up, ready to leave. I pointed at him. "You stay there until I find somebody to take you back to your room. "

"I'm fine, Doc," he told me as he tried to balance on his injured ankle. "I can get there on my own."

"What did I just tell you about staying off of your ankle?" I asked as I pulled out my phone to text an orderly to come and get him from the treatment room. "This is why I'm not being nice to you right now. You make dumb decisions."

He sat back down with a huff. "Fine. But tell them to hurry. I'm ready to go."

"And I am more than ready to get rid of you."

"Is there something you can give me for the pain, Doc?" he asked as he sat back down.

"There is," I told him, typing something else in on my tablet. "But I prefer to save that for soldiers who are actually hurt. Not one's who injure themselves with stupidity."

"Wow," he said, staring out the window. "And I thought my drill instructor at basic was a hard ass."

"You try going through four years of college, four years of medical school, and three years of residency, just to be sent to another country to take care of men and women who act like this, and see how nice you are when they do dumb things."

"Point taken, Doc," he told me. "But they really should send you to train new recruits. You're scary."

After he left, I finished packing up my things to start moving what I would need out to the field tent they gave me to work out of for the games each day. It was a pain in my ass, but I didn't want to have to run back every time I needed a band aid.

I packed the stuff into the golf cart I was given to get around since I was stationed here two years ago, then drove down towards my field tent to get it set up for tomorrow. As I drove, I was thinking about the soldier that I had just fixed up. I know that I was an ass to him. I'm not usually like that. I'm usually pretty easy-going, nice, and polite to everyone I come into contact with. But some of these guys...I wonder who raised them, with how they behave. They do stupid shit all of the time, and get hurt from it. I have patched up more wounds from idiocy, since I got here, than I have legitimate injuries. It was really starting to grate on my nerves. They're out here representing our whole country, and this is how they behave? No wonder so many people hate Americans. I couldn't stand most of them, myself.

I'm a doctor for crying out loud. I didn't plan on having to deal with this much stupidity. Yes, the government paid for me to become a doctor, and that's why I'm in my current situation, but still. I expected better.

On the other hand, the South Korean soldiers that I've worked on have all been polite, respectful, and not such huge idiots that it makes me wonder how they managed to get out of their room that morning.

I'm actually a little excited for the games to begin tomorrow, because that means I'll get to help with more of the Korean soldiers than I normally do. They were just always nice to be around.

There would be four medical tents set up, two from South Korea, plus me and another US doctor. I had requested not to have a nurse to assist me, because they just get in my way. I work much better on my own.

I've always been like that. Since my parents were killed... No. Since my dad killed my mom and himself... I've just preferred to be alone. I have a mate out there somewhere, and the last thing that I want to do is find them. I've seen first-hand how mates can destroy each other, and I just don't think that it's worth it. Both of my parents are dead because of jealousy. It's bad for humans, but for us? It can get even worse. We feel everything stronger than humans do, because we're feeling it for two beings, not just one.

That's why I took the steps to repress my wolf with a spell. It just makes it easier. I don't have Delwyn badgering me about finding my mate. I don't hear his voice in my head anymore. I don't have to deal with that part of me.

Thankfully, while my dad was a werewolf, my mom was a witch. I am both. Using my witch side, I found a spell that would suppress my wolf. He's been locked in a cage, deep inside my head, for almost ten years. Some days, I can feel him fighting against his cage. Especially lately. I don't know what has set him off like this, but I don't like it. It gives me a headache and this morning, he was fighting so hard that I got dizzy.

"Are you the doctor?" a deep voice asked behind me, as I was getting my tent set up how I like it.

I turned around and saw a tall man standing at the entrance to the tent. He was Korean, and very handsome. As my eyes locked on his, I felt the inside of my head rattle. My wolf was shaking his cage so hard that I had to reach out and hold onto a chair. I realized too late that that wasn't going to be enough. My vision started to go blurry, and then everything went black. 

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A/N: Since I don't really have anything to say, but I do like to leave an author's note at the end of each chapter, I will use this space to once again beg you for a comment, so that I can not what you're thinking about this story. -------Kat