"Why are you trembling?" He suddenly asked.
I... I...ummh... Does it... ", I tried to form a coherent sentence but my mouth was too dry. And my brain was not helping.
"D...does....does it hurt", I blurted out finally and almost immediately regrette...
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Sherylin pov:
Today was the day I was leaving from New Oaths hospital after staying for a week. My wound was almost fully healed and was no longer at risk of being infected. It didnt hurt as much but the limp in my walk hadnt gone away. I was sure in another week or two, Id be fully healed and my limp would be gone. I could have left three days before but they wont let me go insisting that my bills had been paid in full and I was supposed to stay for a week. Something was telling me that had to do with some someones instructions. The dulling Pain that I was now used to pierced d my heart and I it bit back a whimper. My heart was craving Wesley.
Wesley hadn't come back since that day he gave me a panic attack. He didnt even send a text to ask about my progress. I didnt totally understand what I did wrong to deserve the cold treatment I was getting from him but it didnt hurt any less.
The days hadn't been easy since he left that day. I spent hours looking at the door wishing that he could burst through and draw me into a hug but that never happened of course. Why could it? Its not like we were a thing to begin with.
The handsome nurse who his name I now knew as Rafael had become more comfortable around me. He had stopped being giddy around me because he must have realized Wesley was never coming back. He gave me pitiful glances sometimes which I ignored successfully most of the times. He always stayed longer and we could chat sometimes. He even told me about his about his life in med school and how he got into med school. Apparently he wanted to be a musician and his mother was a doctor who was bent on giving him a career that'd give him a bright future.
"she said she wasnt going to watch his only son become a clown." He scoffed as he cleaned and bandaged my wound. I burst out laughing as I gave him a pity look which he waved off. I couldn't help but miss my mother.
"...but I fell in love with treating people and mom always reminds me how she made my future." He rolled his eyes and I could tell he loved his mother although she had not let him to do what he wanted.
"I think I love your mom, she sounds cool." I tormented and he hissed as if I shot him. I laughed out loud and he flashed me a boyish grin in return.
"You are lucky you are pretty" He said as he finished and stood up giving me hurt look.
I told him about my dream of becoming a nurse and he got ecstatic as he imagined as working together in the future.
"Calm down good doctor I don’t even know how to get to med school with this hip of mine." I groaned.
He ignored me and continued to give the suggestions of med schools in the city that were great. There was a spark in his eyes as he spoke about med school and his job here. He told me how he had saved a young boys life for the third time in two days and I pretended to pass out. He scoffed and passed me my sleeping meds before leaving.
