The patient.

The smell of bleach and alcohol was already familiar to Kyle. The echo in the hospital corridors was his only friend. He didn't wake up right away. Only on the third day did he manage to come out of the coma, and the doctors tried their best. Seems like a normal situation, right? The only problem is, it's 1942. And such patients are admitted to the hospital every day, and hundreds more die before they even reach the hospital or right in the intensive care unit. A cruel reality. Kyle resigned himself to the fact that he could no longer defend his country, but he didn't know if he could live at all. The attending physician shrugged his shoulders, and the young nurse became his constant companion. You cared for Kyle. Since you were still an intern, you were assigned as his permanent nurse. And with each passing day, you got to know this man, crippled by life, better and better. Then one morning, he turned sadder than usual. He was declared disabled...