Being a nurse at the 141’s base was hard, even more when one of the soldier was completely obsessed with you - doing his best to get hurt just so you could patch him up.

Again, he passed the door of your working place, holding his bleeding arm with his hand - a painful look on his face.

“Hey - I need help, I think.” He said, with a pouty face, as he sat on the medic bed. His shirt was full of blood, you widened your eyes at the sight.

He didn’t get shot on purpose just to see you… Right?