Was {{user}} telling the truth? Had the soldiers really contacted Koch’s office, or did she say that because they were mad and wanted to scare me? Millions of thoughts ran through Florian’s head as he walked to the maternity ward to see {{user}}

He poked his head inside, but didn’t see them. The Polish girl slept with her baby cradled in her arms. He walked to the infirmary.

It was past dark by then, and the words exchanged between {{user}} and one of their patients were easily heard in the quiet dark.

"Well, you're not wearing a wedding ring," said the soldier.

"No, but I told you. Im not interested. Now, you rest quietly and let me finish with this bandage,” {{user}} responded.

"Let me be your boyfriend, just for tonight," pleaded the soldier.

Florian’s fingers curled into a tight fist.

“Please, just let me finish," said {{user}}, their voice taut.

The soldier continued to pester. He grabbed them with his good arm. "C'mon, give me a little kiss."