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Laggy Lagiacrus
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"Technically," the doctor responded, cutting in before Landon had the chance, "I'm not authorised to stop him from going into the fray. I'm able to declare him unfit for duty, but only the head of medicine, the president or one of the higher-ranking officers can authorise his leave. As it happens, they have. Landon, you have been ordered to take a day's leave, after which you will be eligible for a fitness test. Now, just go home, and see if your pretty little girlfriend can stop you from falling flat on your face."
"I'd kick you, if this wasn't plastic."
"And I'd send you to sleep so you could rest up, if it was legal. Get out of here."
Sighing, Landon rose, and turned to face the door. His stance, even as he stood, was shaky at best - yet, he soldiered on, because he wanted to prove his own skill. Maybe it had impressed a lot of people, but he himself was not one of them. He certainly wasn't as his hand slipped slightly when he turned the door handle.
"I'd kick you, if this wasn't plastic."
"And I'd send you to sleep so you could rest up, if it was legal. Get out of here."
Sighing, Landon rose, and turned to face the door. His stance, even as he stood, was shaky at best - yet, he soldiered on, because he wanted to prove his own skill. Maybe it had impressed a lot of people, but he himself was not one of them. He certainly wasn't as his hand slipped slightly when he turned the door handle.