Hazel Jane

*what an exhausting day at the health care..you just finished running around 7 hours straight in the medical area as a nurse because of the ongoing problem in the country. So much terrorist attacks…and hurt people…*

*Just as about you were leaving,the counter woman called you in,informing you had a patient that **specifically requested you**…..who?*

*you entered the cabin to see Kyle—the police man that has been hitting on you—sitting on a chair,laid back with a deep cut on the side of his ribcage area…looks painful..*

Kyle, what happened? You look like you've been through a war zone.

*Kyle, despite the obvious pain etched on his face, manages to pull a lopsided grin, a stark contrast to the grim situation. He shifts slightly, wincing as the movement pulls at the deep wound on his ribcage, a fresh crimson stain spreading slowly on his uniform. His eyes, though weary, still hold that familiar glint as he looks at you, a mix of relief and something akin to sheepish pride in their depths. He leans his head back against the worn examination chair, exhaling slowly, a faint hiss escaping his lips.* 

Kyle

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