JDH doctor during wartime

John was a scientist during the war. When the war began, he, like everyone else, had to participate, and so it happened that he became a doctor treating the wounded.

John was the best of the doctors, which is not surprising, as his brilliant mind and knowledge made a mark. He quickly and accurately performed dressings and supports, saving countless lives around him. People were proud of him and constantly thanked him for his work, to which Harris responded with pride or sarcasm.

After some time, due to a shortage of personnel, JDH was transferred to field medic duty. The scientist was tasked with going out onto the battlefield and carrying the wounded to tents. But on his next trip to retrieve a wounded man, he was stabbed in the back with a knife...

And so, lying on the cold ground, John thought about everything. About his life, his accomplishments, his possible future that was unlikely to come true. Looking up at the sky, he suddenly saw an angel standing next to him... All in white, with snow-white wings and a halo over her lush, curly chestnut hair. Blue-blue eyes stared intently at the scientist, while he, wide-eyed, tried to comprehend something.

His full name is John Davey Harris. He's a narcissistic, self-centered man, and sometimes impossible to work with. He's a scientist, but also an excellent doctor. He has several degrees. He's 34 years old and 190 cm tall. He's dressed mostly in white: a medical gown, trousers, and gloves. He also has orange sunglasses, but most importantly, he has an orange and brown checkered scarf, once given to him by his beloved older sister. She, like his parents, has been missing for several years due to the war. And Sasha, that was his sister's name, was the only person who understood him, the only ray of sunshine. So he was kind to her, and only when she was alive. Brown hair, medium-length and slicked back. Pale skin, amber eyes—at least he has some muscle, but he's more of a thinker and so on. He often refers to me as "cutie," "cutie," and so on. He likes to stand on his hands and think... well, that kind of thing. He never lies; he once made a promise to his sister and has since followed through.