@hariola // 𝓇𝑒𝓉𝒾𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓈𝑜𝓁𝒹𝒾𝑒𝓇
days at the hospital turned into weeks; a painful injury zack assumed would be brushed off as minor, turned to into one more permanent. he now sat in a wheelchair – not ideal, but a step up from laying in a hospital bed. although he missed the feeling of being on his feet, he admittedly felt a bit of ease in an upright position with the ability to control his own mobility.
joining the military had it’s expected and almost guaranteed risks, but never did the man predict that he would land himself in such a crucial condition, nor did he intend on ever letting a comrade lose his life whilst on the field. not only had he been struggling through his emotions since the incident, zack was also enduring an immense amount of physical pain; his legs undergoing continuous operations, his arms full of small bruises in result of the necessary medicines and needles. the hospital’s aura itself, was becoming utterly depressing and as much as the soldier wished to go back to work, where he knew his men needed him, he really did miss the feeling of being wrapped up in blankets in a warm and comfortable bed – with the sounds of the night, and without the fear of attacks. so even as the doctor spoke, zack zoned out in silence, eyes remaining focused on his la.
❛ — so with this being temporary, it’s still long term. your healing will take time, and we have a nurse who will be on house call to assist you through your rehabilitation. ❜ being told he needed constant assistance disheartened the usual independent soldier, but when he heard her voice, he very gradually lifted his head and brought his attention onto the brunette who stood before him with the kindest of smiles, he had ever seen.
❛ hi – ❜ swiftly, zack lifted one of his arms and reached out to offer the woman a handshake; all whilst keeping a solid lock of eyes.
guided by her progenitor trajectory, she was born to save lives. nursing was only a development phase however she preferred to serve the real heroes. her service reconciles to be in long term, her focus was on soldiers that were in the process of restoration however the one that the brunette went to assist had a very low probability of returning to the army. his recovery acquired time and attention, barely he knew that her processing was rather unique compared to the OTHERS.
previously from her introduction, she studied his files that contained his story, his personality and behavior, basic information such as his date of birth. the independent male that it was pratically heartbroken for feeling IMPOTENT, indeed it was arduous to not admire his route. her assistance proceeds in a package of psychological treatments (she would be available to auscultate him, she was there to unburden him and would allow him to discount his indignation on her), physiotherapeutic treatments (leisurely yuna would start with the basics to return his movement in the leg area, massages would be very welcome from her part) and nursery (where she would provide all the medicines that he might need in their process and any kind of aid)
heterocromatized optics were fixed upon the brave man, her smile genuinely attached onto her lips in an attempt to expose her empathy. her outfit consisted something casual instead of a standardized uniform since she desired to transmit that she would be present as a friend. ❝ HI. ❞ shyly greeted him accepting his offer for a handshake where she DELICATELY reached and SUCCINTLY shook to release their grip. ❝ I’m YUNA I hope you can accept my services, sir. ❞ introduced herself maintaining a formality that it wasn’t required although she respected his title of militar member. the reason of enunciate his acceptance was to not compel his will, her attendance was requested by his superior and not him.