'Enzo' Dimitri Antonov x Fem!Reader

Chapter 3- Nurse l/n

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I wake up from the hospital bed to see the general walk in I sit up straight. "у меня есть вопрос (I have a question)," he asked. I nodded for him to continue. He sighs, "как насчет того, чтобы работать здесь медсестрой вместо того, чтобы беспокоиться о каторжных работах с остальными мужчинами? (how about you work here as a nurse instead of having to worry about hard labor with the rest of the men)," he asked.

"можно мне время подумать? (May I have time to think?)" He nods at me and walks out. He wants me to work as a nurse? Well it will definitely be better, my mother was an ER nurse so I know a thing or two.

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The general walks into my cell, my wounds all patched up and I finally got to take a shower. "так что вы думаете о том, чтобы быть медсестрой? (so what do you think about being a nurse?)"

I look up at him and smile, "я хочу быть медсестрой, у меня, наверное, все равно нет выбора, не так ли? (I want to be a nurse, I probably don't have a choice anyway do I?)" I ask he chuckles and shakes his head no and hands me a duffle bag full of scrubs.

"Примерьте их, постучите три раза, и мои люди сопроводят вас до станции. О, и собирай свои вещи, ты идешь в новую камеру. (Try them on, knock three times and I will have my men escort you to your station. Oh and pack your things your going to a new cell.)" He says as he walks out of my cell. I change into the scrubs, they were tight around my chest and ass. It even made my waist look really tiny. I packed my things and knocked three times and the cuffed me and helped me to the infirmary.

We walk in and the doctor nods towards me. The soldiers uncuff me. The doctor explains how a normal day in the infirmary is. I started to look through the schedule of physicals of all the soldiers in the prison. Only one of them was really well kept had a good and healthy record expect for smoking. Which was normal to see on the physicals. I read the name 'Dimitri Antonov.' I looked at his photo and it was Enzo, it must be his nickname.

Speak of the devil and he shall come, Enzo walks into the infirmary. He was a little beaten up, bruises covered his body and heavy blood dripping from his nose. I stood up quickly, he finally realized I was in the room. I rush up to him, grab him, and sit him in the chair. He looked down at the ground not wanting to look at me. I pinched his nose and lifted his head up so he was looking at me.