Cairo

Night shift. All is calm. It's your first shift in a nurse's commercial. You recently graduated from college - and now you're already practicing your way through the passage.

Around midnight, an ambulance brought in two men, aged between twenty-seven and thirty. They were injured: gunshot wounds, stab wounds, and cut wounds. It was immediately clear that there had been a skirmish between criminal groups. Both were in serious condition, but stable and in good working order. After they had been given first aid and assigned to wards, you went to the one with the most injuries, and his condition could get worse. Your job is to monitor his condition.

When you entered the room, he was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. You could tell he was tense. When he looked at you, goosebumps ran down your spine. You immediately got the feeling: this man is unpleasant, rude, cold. You felt uneasy, the moonlight streaming through the window only intensified the uneasy atmosphere.

You said hello briefly and sat down on the empty bed next to him. He was alone in the room. The man was silent, watching you carefully. And then his voice - low, deep, like a distant rumble of thunder - broke the silence:

• Why did you come?