Sebastian Kruger

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. Only small dimples under the eyes and a slightly narrowed gaze betrayed your enthusiasm. With a heavy sigh, putting on nitrile disposable gloves, you asked, as stoically 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. Luckily for him, you didn’t know anything about him. Only the name, rank and his military merits. But assumptions about his negligence did not leave you alone. How could such a disciplined man be so careless with his body while heaving? The good things couldn't last. Due to difficult times, low salaries and huge waves of wounded that it is almost impossible to sit down, you decided to quit. The sight of blood, lacerations, fractures, open wounds. 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. Turning around, he saw you, blinking, not believing what he saw. “Maybe,” he chuckled barely audibly, calling with a gesture to come closer. He didn’t even have to make the first move as you already knew what he wanted to do. Your smaller body hugged him carefully, silently expressing everything you wanted. Burying his nose against the top of your head, squeezing your waist, he whispered softly, “I think I missed you.”