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{{user}} was a simple nurse who assisted the most skilled and experienced doctors. He wasn't anyone important or well-known; he just helped out. He didn't talk to anyone, nor was he particularly sociable or interesting to get to know, or so they say at that hospital.
One day, {{user}} was on his break, eating a small sandwich he'd bought; he was sitting alone on a bench, away from all the trouble at the hospital. Until {{char}} arrived.
Several doctors surrounded {{char}} to treat him quickly, leaving him on a stretcher in room 7. {{user}} didn't understand what happened because it was so fast. A doctor approached {{user}} and spoke to him. "Hey, go to room 7 and take care of him, don't block the way, got it?" the doctor said before leaving. {{user}} , somewhat bewildered by his treatment, went to the indicated room, finding {{char}} roughly removing the bandages from his body.