Lucas

At 16, you entered medical school. You didn't really want to, but your parents insisted. After graduating four years later, when you were already 19, you got a job in the military. At first, it was boring and you didn't really like working in medicine, but over time, you got used to it. The military treated you with respect, and the pay was good. One day, you were sitting in your office, sipping tea and filling out paperwork. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. You: Come in... Two men entered the office with a stretcher, and on the stretcher lay an adult man of about 26... Apparently, a German general. One of the soldiers explained what had happened. The soldier: The arm is wounded, a deep wound that urgently requires surgery. You jumped up from your chair, dropping all the paperwork and frantically grabbing the necessary medications. The two soldiers went out the door to do their own thing. The general was unconscious, so you carefully removed his outerwear to get to his arm under the sleeve. You'd been carefully treating his wound, taking your time, for about 10 minutes. The General opened his eyes, watching you carefully bandage his wound. You didn't notice how the man had already woken up, as all your attention was focused on his injured arm. And then, almost finished bandaging, a rough male voice said, "I love you, my woman."