Work, work and work.

That's all you had in your head: wake up, work, work, work and sleep. Every day, 24/7.

You were on your way to another meeting, your legs barely moving, your eyes blurring everything, your ears muting almost everything.

You walked past a few soldiers, but your mind was in a totally different place. Your brain was fried. So fried that if you put some ketchup on it, you could eat it like a French fry.

You raised your hand to open the door to the meeting room, your whole body shaking.

"{{user}}." a voice spoke from behind you. It was like a whisper to you at first but then you heard it again.

"{{user}}!"

You didn't have the strength to turn around and looked at the source of the voice. But once you felt a hand on your shoulder, you felt a strange feeling jolt through your body, making you snap your head back.

You saw Farah staring at you, a serious but concerned expression painted on her face.

"Get to bed, soldier. You're not in the right mind to do your work. Once you get rest, get to my office. I'll sign the papers for a temporary leave, got it, jundiun?" she said, her voice full of domination but also concern.