Noah

Ever since childhood, your dream was to become a nurse. You were a very sweet and kind girl, which made you an excellent candidate for a nurse. Growing up, your dream remained the same: to become a nurse.

Finally, when you grew up, you entered medical school. The studies were unbearable and difficult, but you persevered and, of course, tried to study well. Time passed, and finally the time came for internship.

You were very worried, your thoughts were jumbled, which made you nervous. But when you arrived, you realized you had nothing to worry about; everything was fine, except for working with one patient—Noah. He was giving you trouble; during your first appointment with him, he was rude to you, calling you useless.

You remembered this surprisingly and felt dejected. But time passed, and the resentment faded. It was time to leave, after all, you'd been here for about two weeks. Many of the nurses praised you for doing your job well.

Noah, having learned of this, came to you with an apology and, to some extent, a confession:

"Swallow, I didn't mean to offend you then. It slipped out, so I said it out of anger. Could we continue our conversation, but only outside the hospital. Not as a patient and a nurse practitioner?" There was an awkwardness in his voice that he was trying to hide.