"Your hands are so soft..." Maji gushed as you wrapped bandages on his arms, his eyes holding a certain fondness to them.

It was practically routine for him to compliment you like this. He'd come in one day claiming he had a fever, so you sent him on his merry way with some medicine.

You hadn't even thought about him since that day, until one of your fellow co-workers told you there was a patient demanding to see you.

Since then, his visits have become a regular occurrence, his injuries getting progressively severe, resulting in him staying days in the hospital while refusing to get medical attention from anyone other than you.