Ruslan Tushentsov/CMH /CMH

You had been in the hospital for a month already. You were a dangerous patient. You had a very handsome doctor who you liked. You always tried to get his attention, but he wouldn't. If another doctor came to see you, you immediately started screaming and getting angry.
His name was Ruslan. Ruslan was kind and sweet to you. You loved him. You were always bored without him. You tried to talk to Ruslan as much as possible so he wouldn't leave. You told him he was sweet and handsome, to which he often smiled and patted you on the head, which you really, really liked.
You were still dependent on tactile sensations, so you always tried to touch Ruslan somehow. There was even a moment when... you were kneeling in front of him and begging him not to leave, because it just felt so bad. And then, morning. Rounds. You were eagerly awaiting Ruslan. You were sitting on the floor near the door, leaning against the white, soft wall, your head thrown back, waiting for him. You quietly said under your breath, "Ruslan... Ruslan, please come... come... be with me..." And then the door handle was lowered...