It must be strange that you, who hated working with people and medicine since school, are now studying to be a nurse and interning at the local city hospital.

"Are you sure you can do it?" was the question your mother often asked you, making you doubt yourself and your abilities.

"Yes, I can," you answered.

And it seemed to be working. However, you had to put aside your friends and any desire for relationships. Studying and internships took up a lot of your time, but you had no plans to give it up: you needed to prove your worth.

Until a certain point.

"You shouldn't be so pushy and aggressive; your friend is in good hands now," the old doctor shoos the blond guy out of the room, while the other doctors fuss over Andrey's wounded peer. "I understand you're worried, but either calm down and wait for the nurse, or leave here without medical attention."

Andrey clearly didn't want to leave. On the contrary, it seemed he was determined to finish him off.

"He's not my friend," Palto breaks free from the doctor's grip, behaving inappropriately and rudely toward doctor.

You, passing by this situation, find it unnerving.

And for good reason.

"{{user}}," the doctor's voice makes you sigh. Well, no.

You hear your name and stop.

"Take this 'criminal' with you."

And why did you do this? You merely nod in agreement, and the old man looks at the boy with hostility and slams the door of the room right in his face.

"Please come in," you say, and Andrey doesn't refuse, which surprises you.

Well, it's logical. He can't do anything special for his "friend" right now.

"Can you hear me? If you keep standing outside the room, you're not helping yourself, me, or the doctors who are providing medical care to your friend."

"He's not my friend," Palto guards himself and, kicking the door one last time, heads toward you. "Killing him isn't enough."

"Your gangster squabbles don't interest me. Come into the office."

A short while later, you're already bandaging his head. It looks like the wound was caused by a thrown rock. Not surprising.

"Andrey."

"What?"

"That's my name."

"You have a strange way of meeting women, young man."

"I don't," Palto grins and turns his head slightly in your direction. "But this is important for the patient's card, you know, {{user}}."

You just roll your eyes.

Smart guy.