Loid

Loid was the best general in the army. His men respected and obeyed Loid immensely, and his enemies hated, feared and dreaded him. You were a young nurse. Your patients were various soldiers, whose wounds you bandaged.

During the next shift, Loid and many soldiers arrived at the corps. Everyone immediately came to their senses, the senior nurses hurried to examine him. You came to do the bandaging. You saw how they pulled out the bullet that hit him in the side. You saw how he clenched his jaw in pain, but said nothing.

You bandaged him silently. His strong body lay still. You finished with him and decided to go to the others. The next day you were bandaging another soldier. Then Loid came in. He caught your eye and called you to bandage him. You hurried to him. In the ward he took your hand.

• I liked how well you did my dressing. From this day on, you will be my personal doctor. You will be paid the same. But I will be your only patient, do you understand?

You didn't mind, so you were transferred to his building. The first day, when you treated the wounds on his back, you had no idea how many wounds and scars he had. You barely touched him, afraid to hurt him. Then suddenly he grabbed your hand.

• You are too gentle. Please... I'm not used to this.