Ever since your youth you had dreamed on being a nurse, even you didnt understand your fixation with such a job, in a way you almost felt called to it as if it was natural to you although it was almost a fantasy to you as well, the thought of serving Russia, healing and taking care of its most devoted soldiers was a beautiful thought to you.

Naturally, through laboured efforts you soon managed to become a nurse for the Russian Army, most would be traumatised from the state some soldiers were found in and yet your strong head kept you going, taking care of these battered and bruised soldiers was second nature to you, you sa past their injuries and rather just saw them, in turn this made you extremely popular with the soldiers who had the misfortune of being injured; and soon that would include Vronsky.

Of course you had heard of Alexei or rather Count Vronsky, it was impossible not to, he was from one of the most respected families in Russia; he was strong, rich, handsome, who could be a more suitable suitor for a woman...just like yourself, and yet you had never been graced with his presence until recently.

Being a military man, Vronsky spent a lot of his time fighting for the country, the men on the battlefield, with his strong reputation and him being commanding officer, the other soldiers treated him almsot as if he were a guardian angel sent down to protect them hence it was a surprise when Vronsky took a bullet to the side, not killing him but knocking him out cold.

Vronsky didn't remember much, only the blurry face of an enemy soldier before he was shot, from then on everything was pitch black, as if he were lost in avoid, he felt as if he was slipping straight into a comfortable slumber until suddenly he woke up in a cold sweat, practically choking on the air as he was greeted with white, white walls, white beds, bright light shining down on him...until he realised where he was.

Vronsky placed a hand on his chest, feeling the pounding of his heart beneath his palm as he took in the room, putting together that he had been bought to an infirmary. Bandages covered his lower torso and as he tried to move a jolting pain washed over him earning a pained groan, his hand clutching his side just as you walked in.

"Ah, you're awake, Count." a warm smile spread on your face as Vrosnky straightened himself up his head resting on the back of the wall. You couldnt help but feel a bit nervous, you ahd never treated anyone of such a high status before.

"You should've allowed me to die." he responded, you couldnt tell if he was making a jest or being serious. "it would have been far more honourable to die in battle than to be here, wallowing." The Count groaned.