The Nurse's Choice of Man

Fear

This morning Amara was on duty as usual. He accompanies doctors to visit and check the condition of each patient to find out the latest developments in their health before being allowed to go home.

Amara follows Doctor Khanza who first walks in front of her. That slender hand pushed the medicine trolley.

"Doctor, are there any patients we haven't examined yet?" Amara asked in wonder as she continued walking.

"We have not examined patients occupying VIP treatment rooms. Just last night he was transferred there." Doctor Khanza replied slowly.

"Oh so." Amara nodded. "What's the doctor's name?"

"Dimas. Surely you remember him, don't you?"

Amara's steps immediately stopped hearing the name mentioned. His body froze and his face looked as embarrassed.

Khanza who walked in front stopped. The thirty-year-old woman turned her head and looked at Amara with a confused face.

"Mara," call the doctor then.

"Yes, Doctor!" the veiled girl said. He even heard his name mentioned.

"Why stop?"

"Ah, there's nothing, Doctor." Amara quickly replied in a repulsive tone, trying to brush off the discomfort that suddenly appeared without being able to fight. He then walked quickly after Khanza who was in front. "Come, Doc," she asked later.

The two arrived at the VIP room shortly after. Amara followed Khanza in small steps. In the room there was a man lying on a treatment bed. His gaze was blank, even he did not respond to the arrival of the Doctor who would examine him.

A middle-aged woman who was originally sitting on the bed to keep the man was moved towards Amara and Khanza.

"Good morning, Doctor," said the woman later.

"Good morning too, ma'am," the doctor replied kindly, then turned to look at Dimas who was lying half-sitting on the bed. "What is the patient of the mother's son?" tanyanya.

"No, Doctor. He is the son of my master."

Khanza nodded his head and then moved closer to the bed. "Good morning, Mr. Dimas," he said later to make an approach.

But there's no answer. The man remained in his position, not budging at all. Dr Khanza then instructed Amara to check the patient's blood pressure.

"Excuse me sir, I'll check your blood pressure for a minute." Amara grabbed the patient's hand slowly and carefully fitted the blood pressure gauge.

Although there was discomfort surrounding her heart, Amara remained calm as if nothing had happened. He behaves normally when examining as in other patients. "It's done ...," said Amara, smiling kindly, then removing the device from Dimas' hand slowly.

Glancing at the patient's intact food on the nightstand, Khanza turned to the middle-aged woman and asked, "Will he not eat?"

The woman nodded. "real Doctor. I couldn't persuade him to eat."

Khanza nodded as if he understood, then threw a glance towards Amara full of gestures.

Amara nodded her head, then stepped closer to the nightstand and picked up the dinner plate immediately.

"Master eat first yes, because you have to take medicine after," persuaded Amara slowly and then thrust a spoonful of food into the lips Dimas. But the man just shook his head and looked at Amara with sharp eyes.

Araannnkk!

The dinner plate fell from Amara's hands after Dinas brushed it off on purpose. His voice was so loud that it shocked the three women who were there.

Instead of regretting having made a mess, the man smiled in sinless satisfaction.

* * *

One week later

Amara as well as several different disease specialists entered the VIP room. This is the last checkup before the patient is allowed to go home.

Moreover, when a glance Amara glanced at the man who was looking at him with threatening eyes. The grin also appeared when he managed to make Amara clumsy and riled.

Carefully Amara pulled out the infusion hose that was still stuck on the back of Dimas' hand. Amara's trembling hands can be seen clearly by Dimas who is always watching Amara's every move.

"Why is that shaking?"

Spontaneously Amara looked up to Dimas with a surprised expression mixed with takjup. For more than two weeks the man was treated, even though he had never heard his voice at all.

"Lo scared of me?" Dimas tried to guess while squinting. Observing Amara who was suddenly dumbfounded looked at him like he was being flabbergasted.

"T-no sir," Amara denied in a stammering voice. "Is Master still feeling dizzy?" Amara switched the conversation while looking at the hairless head tightly wrapped by the white bandage.

"No." Dimas answered briefly.

Amara then withdrew and handed the next to the team of Doctors. Amara was silent when the doctors spoke with Dimas and his parents who had been faithful to accompany the prince for several days.

The sound of a wheelchair clashing against the hospital floor rang out as Amara pushed the chair that Dimas was sitting on towards the hospital lobby.

It was time for Dimas to come home, and this also made the doctors and Amara feel relieved. Because then their job is done.

Praakk!

The phone from Dimas's grasp fell to the floor as they waited for the driver to prepare a comfortable place for Dimas in the car.

Amara quickly crouched down to retrieve the phone and handed it to Dimas.

"Your phone sir, is there a problem with your hand?" Amara asked with a worried tone.

"No." Dimas replied coldly while grabbing his phone from Amara's hand.

Slow down - slow down why, again sick is that. How healthy is it?! Amara muttered inwardly.

"Why does your hand feel pain or what?" Dimas' mother seemed worried about her son. The middle-aged beautiful woman looked at her son with an anxious face.

"I'm fine, Mom, don't worry."

"But why did your phone fall? If it has not healed properly mending do not go home first. Let's go check it again, yeah,"

"No, Mama, I'm healthy."

"You sure Dimas?" The middle-aged man also replied. He's Dimas' father.

"Sure Dad," Dimas replied with a smile. He tried to convince his parents that he was okay.

Amara only smiled when watching the relationship of parents and children who love each other. His heart ached for a moment as it felt unlucky in that.

Amara looked down as her tears almost fell. He moved his hand to wipe. So as not to wet his cheeks.

Amara smiled half-bending her body as a farewell greeting as the car carrying Dimas left the hospital lobby.A sincere thank you note she did not escape the patient's family.

Amara sighed deeply, feeling relieved. One of his tasks was well done. The girl smiled as she walked back inside.

* * *

"Thank you for the money loan, I don't know who else to ask." Amara smiled bitterly, trying to cover her pale face.

"It's okay Mara, you use the money first. That's my personal savings, really." Diana tried to calm the girl sitting next to her by gently rubbing her shoulders. "Now tell me, how is the story you can compensate for that?" urged Diana with a face full of curiosity.

Amara looked at Diana with a pias face and then bowed. He was seen sighing deeply before finally opening his mouth to tell a story. Although in fact he was very lazy to remember the incident that just a few hours passed.

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