Dr. Ivanov loves being a doctor. He made it his goal to make every patient happy ever since the passing of his father. Of all his patients, Clara is the one he makes time to see everyday. Her health is on a decline from a misterious illness Dr. Ivan...
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I was awake even though my eyes were still closed. I turned in bed until I felt a sharp pain.
My eyes shot open.
"Ah!"
"Are you okay? What can I do?"
I looked to see Clara was by my side.
"Clara...what are you doing here...you need to get back to your bed."
I tried to get up to help her to her room but she stopped me.
"It's okay. I have my monitor with me, so far so good. The nurses said I could be here. I am feeling better. I'm getting better because of you."
I sat back, how I got here, I started to remember. I remember what happened to her mother...well that woman.
"Clara...are you really okay?"
She looked down. I took her hand.
"Honesty yes. I feel free but lost at the same time. I feel sad my...that woman who I thought was my mom is gone. I guess I'm sad that I don't have a mom and I never got to know my parents. I don't know who I am."
"I know who you are. You're the bravest person I ever met. You're smart and funny...and always made my day."
"How?"
"You are always positive. I needed that when I have a bad day."
"You live longer when you are positive."
"That saved your life."
"It did, didn't it", she said with a smile.
"Hey-"
A sudden memory came to me but I quickly shut my mouth.
"What", she asked.
"It's not important."
"Tell me, please", she said with her doe eyes.
"Uh...feel up to going for a walk", I asked.
"Oh, of course."
We walked down the halls of the hospital, I guided her to a more deserted part since the mornings are pretty busy. Eventually one of the halls led outside to the garden. We both sat down on a bench.
"That day...why did you ask me to...kiss you?"
"Oh...I'm sorry about that. I just...I just thought I was really going to die and it would be a sad way to go without having kissed anyone and like...like you're..."
Her voice got quieter and quieter until she stopped talking.
I squeezed her hand so she could look at me.
I spoke softly. "I'm what?"
"You're sweet...and...cute...so I would have wanted you to be my first kiss...I'm sorry. Talking like this could get you in trouble."
