The hospital corridors were eerily silent, with only the occasional beeping of monitors and hushed voices of night staff breaking the stillness.
Both Caddion and Percival were on the same overnight shift, their paths crossing in the dimly lit hallways and bustling emergency room.
By the time the clock struck midnight, they found a rare moment of respite in the break room.
The fluorescent lights cast a soft glow over the small, cluttered space. Percival was already there, pouring himself a cup of steaming coffee.
"Mind if I join you?"
Caddion asked, leaning against the doorframe.
Percival looked up and smiled, his tired eyes crinkling at the corners.
"Not at all. I could use the company."
Caddion grabbed a cup and filled it, the rich aroma of coffee filling the air. He sat down across from Percival, who was stirring his drink absently. For a moment, they simply sipped in silence, savoring the rare calm in their hectic night.
"So, Percival,"
Caddion began, breaking the quiet,
"What do you do when you're not saving lives?"
Percival chuckled softly.
"I suppose you could call it a hobby. I play the piano. Classical music, mostly."
"Really?"
Caddion's eyes lit up with genuine interest.
"That's amazing. I’ve always admired people who can play an instrument."
Percival shrugged modestly.
"It's just something I enjoy. Helps me unwind after a long day. What about you, Caddion? What do you do to relax?"
Caddion hesitated for a moment, then smiled.
"I paint. Mostly landscapes and abstract stuff. It’s my way of escaping reality for a bit."
Percival’s eyebrows raised in surprise.
"I wouldn't have pegged you for a painter. Do you have any of your work with you?"
Caddion shook his head.
"Not here, but I could show you sometime. I have a small studio at home."
"I’d like that,"
Percival said, his voice warm.
"It’s fascinating how we all have these hidden sides to us, things that others might never guess."
Caddion nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, I think it’s what makes us interesting. Everyone has a story, something that sets them apart."
As the night wore on, they found themselves deep in conversation, sharing stories from their pasts and dreams for the future.
Caddion learned that Percival had grown up in a small town, where he’d spent countless hours playing an old upright piano in his grandparents' house.
Percival discovered that Caddion had traveled extensively, capturing the beauty of different landscapes on canvas.
At one point, Caddion looked at his watch and laughed.
"It's almost 3 AM. Time flies when you're having a good conversation."
Percival smiled, a sleepy but contented look in his eyes.
"Yeah, it does. We should probably get back to work, though."
As they stood up and made their way back to the bustling emergency room, Caddion felt a newfound connection with Percival.
It was as if, in the quiet hours of the night, they had peeled back a layer of the professional façade they each wore and glimpsed the true person underneath.
In the days that followed, their conversations continued during brief breaks and shared shifts.
They found comfort and companionship in each other’s presence, a bond that seemed to grow stronger with each passing day.
And though neither of them said it aloud, both Caddion and Percival sensed that their midnight conversations were the beginning of something special.
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HEALING HEARTS
Romansa- Dr. Caddion Rhys Yatheon - Nurse Percival Kyle Lavelion In the bustling emergency room of Mercy General Hospital, Dr. Caddion Rhys Yatheon and Nurse Percival Kyle Lavelion form an unlikely bond amidst the chaos. Caddion, a dedicated and resilient...
