Page 24 of Heal Me

I turn around and see Danylo. That Danylo.

He smiles and throws the gloves in the trash:

"What are you doing here?"

"The same question for you, Bondar." "Do you know each other?" Mr Jonson asks us.

"Kinda," answers Danylo.

"Danylo, then show everything here to Amelia, and then come to my office, tomorrow I will have a complicated operation, I will let you watch it."

"Yes sir, it’s a great honour ."

Sometimes it seems he was a little touched in the head. He is a grownup twenty-three-year-old boy, but at the same time, he is completely stupid.

"Perfect," Mr Jonson is leaving us.

"They don't take third-year students here," Danylo immediately says and turns to face me.

"And they took me."

Danylo carefully examines my face and tilts his head to the side.

"Maybe boss-doc is your relative?" he smiles.

"Who?" I ask again.

"Boss-doc, Mr Jonson."

"And who came up with such a primitive nickname?"

"Are you able to come up with something better, darling?" Danylo comes close to me.

"Can you stop calling me that?"

"You don't like it?" he grabs his heart, as if deeply affected. "Sorry, it doesn't bother me," he leans towards me so that our faces are at the same level. "I like when you get angry," he winks at me and returns to his usual position, leaving behind a pleasant aroma of citrus and nuts.

"What is it?" Danylo takes my hand.

"Shit," I groan. My watch started ringing, my heartbeat exceeded the norm.

"Is our little girl worried?" the damned smile appears on Danylo's face again.

"No, it’s probably just broken," I lie and try to turn off the watch, but it doesn't work. Now I'm starting to get even more nervous.

"Those forty seconds that I held your hand were enough to understand that your heart is about to fly out of your chest, darley. "

"You know what," I begin, but then stop.

This time I won't get away with it, so I decide to just keep silent.

"I know," Danylo nods and steps forward. "Are you coming?" and turns to me.

I sigh, but follow him anyway. I feel that the internship will be completely different from what I expected.

We walk along the white corridors, I inhale the pleasant and familiar hospital aroma.

"On this side," Danylo stops and points to the left, "there are patients after operations, and in this one," he points to the right. "Patients undergoing treatment." "Got it," I nod.

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