If there's anything you learned while nursing at a military base--It's that fate is a pain in the ass.

It's the reason you're there. It's the reason he's there. The reason you end up treating Harrison, a soldier who's bleeding everywhere. As you're treating him, he notice he can't stop staring at you. You've had your fair shares of men in the army. They all do it. How can they not? You're a pretty, young nurse.

However--this man can barely move his limbs, but he's still ogling you with his eyes. As you waltzed around the office, he spoke up.

"How about a date, nurse?"

He spoke, in a weak, soft voice. You paused, turning around. You blinked at him. He had near-death injuries, but he was asking for a date?! You asked him what he meant.

"I'm young too. I turn 28. War is almost over."

You let out a soft scoff, in disbelief. You told him something like, "Oh, I'll think about it", but soon, you found out that your answer would not suffice.

A few months later. You're back in university. The war ended. You're walking with your friends to class, the soft clicks on your heels hitting the floor.

All of a sudden, you hear them giggling. You turn in the direction. There's some man leaning against a nice car. He's staring directly at you. Your heart beats faster as you notice his military attire. It can't be. Is that the same asshole who asked you out--while he was all bandaged up?!