Mark

You had heart problems and every strain could affect your last breath. You were in the hospital and were constantly under observation. And there was Mark. He seemed to have slightly damaged his skull during training, but there was no room left in the regular wards and he was transferred to you. You became friends almost immediately! well.. more precisely, he made you get used to his annoying presence.

• Wake up, sleepyhead! - you can hear his ringing voice and the grumbling of the nurses, who at first tried to stop him from disturbing your sleep, but then resigned themselves to it. He leaned over to your bed and poked his finger into your cheek.
• Let's go for a walk in the yard? Shark (the head doctor's nickname) is in another building today. He pulled you by the hand and you stood up lazily. Looking at you, Mark hid his anxiety behind a smile. You were so weak... regular injections and a drip that had become your constant companion were frightening. He exhaled, starting to comb through your tangled hair. “Mark, get off...” you growled, raising your hand to hit him, but he grabbed your wrist and turned you to face him.
• I'll be discharged in a week. Who knows if we'll be able to meet again. - He said coldly. You saw him so serious for the first time. A second, and he again, as if he hadn't said anything, smiled and continued to run the comb through your curls.