Page 43 of Heal Me

I don't need a relationship, I don't need love.

Just sex.

Just meaningless, amazing sex.

"Good morning," I get off the elevator and go to the reception to sign in.

"Good morning," Danylo says from the reception desk.

I notice a little stubble on his face and bruises under his eyes.

"Bad night?"

"Bad week."

"Yes, Danylo is here almost every day, we don't know what we would do without him," one of the nurses adds and smiles.

"I’m already planning to move some things here and settle in staff room," he yawns.

On the way to the staff room, I drink green tea and wonder why Danylo has been working seven days a week.

"Most of the interns had a lot of classes to do, so they took time off, there's a lot more work now, plus you've been busy this week."

"Will you make it through the night tonight?"

"This is my third cup of coffee, so I hope so," Danylo smiles tightly.

We go into the staff room, but Danylo doesn't change his clothes, he sits down on the couch and within two minutes he falls asleep.

Now his sharp features look relaxed. It's even cute. His always tense and strong body is now calm. I look at him without even realising that I dream of someday falling asleep calmly, not worrying about anything, finding peace of mind.

I decide not to wake him up, since we only have one job in the morning, to check patients, and I can do that without him, so I let him sleep.

I close the door behind me and pick up my book to start my morning rounds.

During this week, many people left the hospital, and many of them got used to it. I catch myself thinking that I started smiling more and talking to everyone, not because of Danylo’s words, but because of these people.

Because of my patients. The last thing they need right now is an intern who is disappointed in the whole world and is rude to everyone. So I try to be the nicest person in the world.

"How are you doing?" I ask.

"Oh, I'm fine, dear," says one old man who has been here for three weeks.

He doesn't want to say it, but he feels that he doesn't have much time left. And I don't see fear or pain on his face, it's humbling. He knows that his time will come soon. And I don't know why, but it breaks my heart.

After a few more wards, I finish my morning work and return to the room, where a sleepy Danylo is already running out.

"Did I miss everything?" he moans.

"I don't think you missed anything important."

"I'm sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me."

"I know," I touch his hair with my hand and fix it, "you're just tired." Danylo smiles and then pulls away. I take my hand away. I was always fixing Denys's hair, which was flying in all directions, but it made him so cute. I probably didn't realise how I made this innocent gesture for me, but Danylo probably didn't like it.

"Do you want to get something to eat?" Danylo quickly asks, changing the tense situation between us.

"Yes, sure," I smile.

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