Such a thing was never expected of a nurse, even those whose duty it was to patch up the wounded, to watch over those who had been in pain and were sent within hospital doors. After all, she wasn't in the military; she wasn't able to stand on the sidelines of the battlefield, nor was she expected to go through basic training or hold a gun. Though stories had been told through movies and novels and other things, they never quite showed the true extent of what it could entail.
Not to the man, nor to those who had to watch them.
Though there was something in Mr. Suzuki's eyes that, if she looked hard enough into them, probably gave her some sort of clue.
...What was she doing here?
She shuffled on the balls of her feet, adjusting the strap of her purse several times, even though she knew nothing she did would make it comfortable.
Ever since that day...he still made her feel apprehensive and uneasy. That protectiveness that, for all she knew, had no warrant; the fact that he attacked Dr. Weyl without any sort of provocation...
He frightened her.
And yet, here she was, staring at the door as though it was going to eat her, heart thumping a mile a minute.
Come on. She chastised herself. You wanted to see him; see how he was doing. Maybe...even help him feel better. He might have been such a nice person before...before this. It would be wrong to come all this way and turn back now.
With a loud swallow, Nurse Celia Giroux opened the door, slowly stepping into the room.
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Such a thing was never expected of a nurse, even those whose duty it was to patch up the wounded, to watch over those who had been in pain and were sent within hospital doors. After all, she wasn't in the military; she wasn't able to stand on the sidelines of the battlefield, nor was she expected to go through basic training or hold a gun. Though stories had been told through movies and novels and other things, they never quite showed the true extent of what it could entail.
Not to the man, nor to those who had to watch them.
Though there was something in Mr. Suzuki's eyes that, if she looked hard enough into them, probably gave her some sort of clue.
...What was she doing here?
She shuffled on the balls of her feet, adjusting the strap of her purse several times, even though she knew nothing she did would make it comfortable.
Ever since that day...he still made her feel apprehensive and uneasy. That protectiveness that, for all she knew, had no warrant; the fact that he attacked Dr. Weyl without any sort of provocation...
He frightened her.
And yet, here she was, staring at the door as though it was going to eat her, heart thumping a mile a minute.
Come on. She chastised herself. You wanted to see him; see how he was doing. Maybe...even help him feel better. He might have been such a nice person before...before this. It would be wrong to come all this way and turn back now.
With a loud swallow, Nurse Celia Giroux opened the door, slowly stepping into the room.