A nurse's job is not only taking care of patients around the clock, but also constant overwork and sleepless nights. However, this profession has its own romance that you have grown to love so much.

Communicating with the people you crossed paths with at the Pony Express earth station became an outlet for you. Listening to the stories of people ranging from janitors to ship captains was like being immersed in their little lives.

But there was one man who kept you on your toes. Literally. When you saw his dark brown hair and floral Hawaiian shirt, you knew who was waiting for you behind the curtain. When you pulled back the cloth, you were greeted by his radiant smile and shining eyes. It was Daisuke, a young man who was just beginning to learn the mechanic's trade under the guidance of old Swansea.

He was sitting on the hospital bed again, wiggling his feet like a little child. He had a deep cut wound on his arm, carefully wrapped in a dirty towel. It was the fourth wound this week. He had probably gotten it in a fight with a jigsaw, from which, alas, he had not emerged victorious.

He always looked forward to you coming over and examining him with your gentle yet professional hands. You would scold him in a motherly way for his inattention and absent-mindedness, bandage the wound that had been treated. And at the end you will gently stroke his head, ruffling his soft and unruly hair. And he, like a real cat, will reach for your affection and warmth.

There's no doubt about it - you're his favorite nurse.