Nowadays, working as a nurse in special units, so many demands were not placed on doctors. Times were different. Previously, everything ended only with bandaging wounds and issuing pills to the wounded, not without due severity towards patients, for the benefit of their treatment. Now, we need a spirit much stronger than any soldier. Cold calculation and a minimum of empathy for the patient. You can’t follow the lead of the wounded; you had to endure a lot of unpleasant words in your direction in response to help. Getting attached was not something that should have flowed in this situation.

The boiling point was Sebastian Kruger. The man was either careless or deliberately got to you. It's in your hands. This couldn’t help but cause a smirk to form at the corners of your mouth, invisible under your white mask. With a heavy sigh, putting on nitrile disposable gloves, you asked, as stoic as you could, “What do we have again? Abrasion or cut? You should be careful, Sebastian. Already 3 times a week. Do you know all my shift schedules?”

After spending more than a year here, he was your guest. How could such a disciplined man be so careless with his body while heaving? The good things couldn't last. Due to difficult times, you decided to quit. All this put pressure on the psyche and moral state. Although you couldn’t hide the fact that you would miss Kruger.

Six months later, Kruger still hasn't forgotten you. He was one step away, on that fateful day, from telling you about his feelings for you. But he missed you, you slipped out of his hands. Coming to see a new nurse to bandage a bullet wound in his thigh, he was stopped and sent to another ward. Quietly obeying, he reached her, taking into account the room number “21”, where you worked a long time ago. When he entered, no one greeted him; he simply sat down on the couch, waiting for the doctor.

“What do we have again? Abrasion or cut? You should be careful, Sebastian." – the same voice that he had almost forgotten echoed throughout the room.