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2026-03-16 20:50:03I shouldn’t have been thinking about him this much.
But I was. My two-day break from the hospital had finally arrived. Normally, I would have felt relieved,grateful for the rest, the quiet, the time away from the constant routine. But this time My mind refused to settle. When I left the clinic that day, I tried to convince myself that everything was normal. That it didn’t mean anything. After all, I had taken care of many patients before. It was just another shift. Another patient. Another ordinary day. But deep down… I knew that wasn’t true. The moment I got home, I realized I couldn’t rest not really. Every quiet second brought him back. The young man in the recovery room. I kept seeing him the way he had looked on the hospital bed… still, fragile, almost too quiet. And the way my heart had reacted the first time I saw him. That sudden, unsteady beat. It had caught me off guard. Because I hadn’t felt anything like that in almost three years. And now… I didn’t know what to do with it. I tried to distract myself. Washing a cup. Folding clothes. Sweeping the floor. Small, meaningless tasks. But none of it worked. The house felt too quiet. Too empty. Like my thoughts had too much space to grow. Why am I thinking about him this much? It didn’t make sense. I barely knew him. He was just a patient at the clinic where I volunteered. Nothing more. And yet… He stayed in my mind. Refusing to leave. Then another thought came. Slow. Uncomfortable. I didn’t even have his number. I didn’t know anything about his family. What if he gets discharged before I return? Patients who recover quickly sometimes leave within a day. Sometimes even less. What if that happened while I was away? What if I came back… And his bed was empty? The thought settled heavily in my chest. A quiet, unexpected ache. I tried to reassure myself. Maybe he still needed observation. Maybe the doctor would keep him longer. Maybe… He would still be there when I returned. But the uncertainty wouldn’t leave. It stayed with me… Like a small stone in my shoe. That night, lying in bed, I found myself staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. I even typed a message to one of my colleagues, asking about him. But before she could read it… I deleted it. I didn’t want questions. Questions I couldn’t answer. Later, without even thinking, I found myself praying. It felt strange. Praying… for a patient, I barely knew. But the words came anyway. Soft. Honest. Unplanned. All I wanted… Was to see him again. Even if it was just for a moment. The two days stretched longer than they should have. Slow. Heavy. Instead of resting, I found myself counting the hours. I'm checking the time again and again. Waiting. Finally… The morning of my return arrived. As I got ready to go back to the clinic, my heart began to race again. That same quick, familiar rhythm. My hands felt slightly unsteady. And I didn’t know why. Or maybe… I did. Because I didn’t know what I was about to find. Would he still be there? Lying quietly, the curtain half-drawn? Or would the bed already be empty… The sheets pulled flat… Like he had never been there at all? As I walked toward the clinic, one question kept repeating in my mind. Over and over again. Would he still be there… when I returned?
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