After two weeks of grueling training and endless studying, it was finally time for me to be tested. Whatever result I get is the field I will join in the movement to free the Lucid.

Shawn led me to a room I've never been in before.

The room was small, with carpeted floors and cement walls. The walls made the room particularly chilly. I felt goose bumps rising on my arms.

Shawn motioned for me to sit. I obeyed and was handed a test and a pencil. I wrote my name in the name space and looked down at the questions.

I'd been studying everything I was taught for two weeks. But as I looked over the questions all the information I'd retained fled from my brain like the passengers off the Titanic. The only thing I'd written on the test was my name.

A patient checks into the hospital with fever, chills, and an injury they'd received a few days earlier is swollen and inflamed. What's the diagnosis?

I searched my brain for the answer. If I was a real doctor, this patient would be cold in their grave by the time I'd figured it out.

I tried desperately to remember what Maura told me. The symptoms sounded familiar, but I just couldn't place the diagnosis.

I clamped my hair in my hands, tugging. C'mon, Azzi. Think!

"Take all the time you need," Shawn says, snapping me out of my reverie. I glared at him. He held his hands up innocently.

I returned to my thoughts, and was then interrupted by Shawn once again.

"What number are you on?"

"One," I mumbled.

Shawn nods. He was obviously suppressing laughter.

"Go on and laugh," I said dejectedly.

Shawn laughs. "Not even the question on infection?"

Light bulb.

I grinned. "Thanks for the answer, Shawn!" I chimed gleefully. I wrote "Infection" in the blank.

Shawn swore under his breath.

~

After I finished the written part of the test two hours later-don't judge me-I was ready to move on to the physical part.

We started with weapons.

I had been able to steady my hand and heart over the past two weeks, and I had finally mastered the art of pulling back a bowstring.

I grabbed a pistol from the "Wall of Weaponry" as we called it and put on the goggles and earmuffs.

I take my stance, feet apart, and look down the scope. I took a deep breath, steadying my heart.

I squeeze the trigger and the bullet exits the chamber.

My hand jerked just a little due to the kickback.

I smiled. Bull's-eye.

Shawn nods, impressed, scribbling on his clipboard.

Nice job, Azzi.

~

Next was undercover work. Well, makeup really. There was a dummy sitting in the chair. "Make this dummy look unrecognizable." Shawn instructs.

"But how?" I asked. "What color do I dye the hair? Do I have to cut the hair?" Shawn smiles.

"That's the best part. I give you supplies, and you use whatever talent you have."

I nodded and got right to work.

I got out a cloth and clasped around the dummy's throat. I started laying the newspapers on the floor, remembering vividly the first time I came in here and met the twins and Tommy.

I grabbed the scissors and cut the dummy's long hair to its shoulders. I parted the hair to the right. The bangs just barely went over its right eye. I then dampened the dummy's hair, put on gloves, and applied the clear conditioner along the hairline, the back of the neck, and the ears.

I start dividing the dummy's hair into four sections, remembering Emily's mistake two weeks ago. I scour the cabinets, deciding what color I should dye the dummy's hair.

I finally decided on strawberry blonde. I mixed the dye in the little bowl until I felt happy with the color. I applied the dye into the dummy's hair.

I took off my gloves and threw them away. I set the timer for half an hour.

"How am I doing so far?" I asked, trying to pass the time. Shawn nods.

"Pretty well. However, you're not a very good test taker," He replies.

I inhaled sharply. He wasn't wrong. Tests made me freak out. Who doesn't freak out during a test anyway?

"You've definitely improved with firing a gun. You just make it into field work." I smiled. "And if you do, you'll go undercover finding other Lucid, helping out on reconnaissance missions, and so on."

My heart hammered with excitement. I had always been sick of doing as I was told.

Then I thought of Mom. Did she know about this rebellion? Was she a part of it?

"Shawn," I began, about to voice my thoughts. "My mother, Elinore van Eeden, was she a part of this?"

Shawn's brow furrowed. "Elinore van Eeden," He muttered under his breath. "I'll have to look. But the name does sound familiar,"

I nodded, and then the timer went off.

I washed the dummy's hair until the water ran clear.

I never really looked at the dummy's hair until it was finished. I inhaled sharply. I looked at the label on the dye. "Leave dye in for no more than 10 minutes," I read out loud.

The dummy's hair was unnaturally orange, like a pumpkin. Shawn scrawled in his clipboard, shaking his head and clucking his tongue.

"Oops," I said with a nervous chuckle.

~

Next was rappelling and parkour.

I had managed to rappel without losing my lunch, but I hadn't quite gotten the hang of parkour.

"Can we start with rappelling?" I asked, turning to Shawn.

He shrugs. "Sure."

I strapped myself into the harness, and hooked myself to the rope. The two girls from before-I later learned their names were Faith and Annie-helped pull me up.

I did pretty well with rappelling, but I started getting nervous once we got to the parkour part.

I still couldn't do a roll, but I had gotten a bit better. My landings were still rusty, and when I did land right, I still had trouble going right into a run.

I climbed to the very top platform, where the parkour course started. I shook my hands, taking deep breaths.

"Today please, Miss van Eeden," Shawn says impatiently.

I rolled my eyes. He was right, though. I was stalling.

Ah, screw it.

I took off sprinting and leaped to the next platform, just barely landing on it. I grit my teeth and willed myself to run.

I tried to recall what I had seen others do. I watched them for hours at a time, trying to figure out how they could jump from 6 feet up and land without shattering their knee caps.

The next platform was coming up. This one I would roll onto.

I remembered Sakura's words. One wrong move and you could end up paralyzed from the neck down.

Out of all the things she said, that came into my head?

Before I knew it, I was falling. I was nearing the next platform.

You don't want to be paralyzed, Azzi.

No brain, I do not.

Now please shut up.

I tucked and landed on the next platform, somehow still alive. My hearts leapt with joy. I'm alive!

I leapt and landed, tucked and rolled, until I missed the next to last platform.

I reached as time seemed to slow down. I'm so close...

I landed on the mats, and the wind was knocked out of me. I gasped, sucking in air. I lay there, trying to breathe.

"Azzi? You OK?" Shawn asks.

"Yeah, I just fell from 8 feet up and got the wind knocked out of me. I'm perfectly fine. Thanks for asking." I rasped, lifting my arm weakly and giving him a thumbs-up.

Shawn walks over and helps me stand up. I swayed a little, then I was able to stand still. "Just one more section left and this is all over."

I nodded, limping after him.

~

Then, I would be tested to see if I belonged in the nurse's office with Maura and Ang.

I loved Maura, but Ang was still his perverted self. And I wasn't a big fan of working with him.

Thankfully, Maura was in charge of the test. There was another dummy on the bed.

"Symptoms?" I asked.

"Patient was out in a snowstorm. He's shivering. His friends found him, barely conscious. He was weak; his skin, nails, and lips purple."

"Hypothermia," I replied. Maura nods.

"So what do we do?" Maura asks.

"We need blankets." I replied. "We need to get his body temperature back up. We could warm up his blood, get some hot water into him."

Maura nods. "Right. Good," I grinned.

"All right," Maura says, clapping her hands together. "Next case." I nodded.

"The patient's urine has traces of blood-"

"Kidney infection," I replied immediately.

We diagnosed everything from pregnancy to cancer. I got every single one right. I thought I was done, but I was far from it.

"Now we need to test your stomach," Maura says.

"W-what?" I stammered.

"You can know every symptom of every condition, but can you treat it for real?" She asks, folding her arms.

I do not have a strong stomach. I swallowed hard and replied, "Yeah. Sure. Of course."

Maura led me to the infirmary. "Noah here has an infected bullet wound," Maura says. Noah waves.

"Mmmm," I groaned, covering my mouth. I felt bile rising up my throat just thinking about it.

"Do you mind, Noah? Azzi's taking her exam." Maura asks. Noah nods.

"Of course."

I swallowed bile, but then it came back when I saw Noah's wound.

It was red and swollen, oozing blood and pus.

I hurled all over the tile floor. I groaned and wiped my mouth with the back of my head.

I looked up and smiled. "Thanks Maura. For showing me Noah's infected wound." I nodded. "Just be glad I didn't have lunch,"

~

"Sooooo," Micah says at dinner. "How'd you do?"

I shrugged. "I puked when I saw Noah's infected wound, I had the dummy's hair dye in for too long, I fell from the parkour platforms, I'm pretty sure I bombed the written portion,"

"Did you do anything right?" Micah asks impatiently, rolling his eyes.

"I was a pretty good shot. And the rappelling went well."

Sera nods. "Most likely field work," She replies.

"I mean, I like the idea of field work. Going undercover, finding new kids, reconnaissance missions. Plus, I get to be with you guys. Hopefully," I said, shoveling some peas into my mouth.

"Maybe," Micah says. "When do you get your results?"

"Shawn said later tonight." I replied, drinking some of my water. Micah and Sera nod, both of their mouths full.

Shawn walked in and tapped me on the shoulder. I jumped, gasping. I sighed, putting a hand to my chest when I realized it was just Shawn.

"We have your results," Shawn says monotone.

"Oh, right!" I excused myself, then Shawn held up his hand.

"There's no reason your friends should be kept in the dark." Then he yells, "Fellow Lucid! Please welcome, your new member, Azzi van Eeden!"

Shawn grabs my hand and throws my arm into the air. "She will be joining the agents working in the field on undercover and reconnaissance missions!"

Cheers and applause made my ears ring. But I could hear Micah whistle.

Then he yelled, "YEAH, LITTLE SIS!"

The mess hall fell silent.

Micah claps his hand over his mouth. I stared at him, agape. He chuckles nervously, removing his hand from his mouth.

"Did I not...mention that?"