A Secret Worth Keeping

Through His Eyes

Officer Fenik's pov:

I didn't expect things to get this bad. Half of us have been taken out, and I've been separated from my squad. I feel like a coward, sitting here trying to bandage my leg and arm before I go back into the fight.

Fortunately, I didn't have to join the fight again, because as soon as it started, it was over. We lost some officers but we caught the crook we were after.

I'm not surprised that my Sargent sent me straight to hospital, I did get shot after all, but what I didn't expect was being by a nurse, well not that I met a nurse, but that this nurse can be so cute, yet so hot, at the same time.

I stand above her, as most people, she looks about 5'6. I smile at her "Sorry, I'm making a mess" I chuckle, trying to break the silence.

She blinks and looks up at me "that's what mops are for, please sit on the bed"
I follow the instruction, letting her examine my bullet wounds. As she checks the wound on my shoulder, I lean down so it's easier for her to reach, but it does put me pretty close to her.

'she smells like vanilla' I think to myself, then snap back to reality 'why am I thinking that, I just met this girl.' I glance at her, observing her face. I didn't notice before, but she has a small scar on her cheek.

Curiosity gets the better of me, "do you mind, where'd you get the scar on your cheek?"
She froze at the question, before replying "My Ex, don't worry about it." With a slight snap to her tone.

"I see, sorry I asked Miss..?" I ask, trying to get a name.
"Nightshade." She replies, her voice softer now, "and it's fine, it's part of my life, always will be, no point in trying to hide it."
I nod in response "that's a good way to live, nothing holding you down" I smile at her again.

"You'll need stitches, but otherwise I don't see anything concerning past that." She says, slipping her gloves off and changing to a new pair.
"So I can go home tonight?" I say, realizing how late it's getting.

"Mmm no, maybe tomorrow, do you not like hospitals?"
I pause to look at her before nodding "hate 'em, too prestein for me"
She giggles, and I can't help but find it adorable.
"Do you need somewhere else to stay then?"

"Preferably just go home" I reply, starting to get nervous about the time.
She thinks then nods "well, you can sign the discharge papers since you're mentally here, but you'll have to rest for at least two weeks before the stitches can come out."