The Guy Worth Waiting For
When a nurse entered the room, my brother began to cry. My mom explained to me what happened earlier. She said my brother didn’t want to drink the prescribed medicine so they had to “force” him to take it. “They” meaning my mom and the nurse.
“Hala kuya. Takot na sa’yo si *my brother’s name here*. Hindi na kayo bati,” my mom teased the nurse.
The nurse looked and smiled. I couldn’t help but notice how good-looking he was.
“Sorry na *my brother’s name here again*. Bati na tayo ha. Aalis ka na nga eh, nagalit ka pa sa’kin,” he replied as he touched my brother’s shoulder and lightly squeezed his hand.
While he was leaning a bit to my brother, I looked at his nameplate (or whatever you call that for the nurses) to find out his name (obviously). I made a mental note never to forget his name: Chris. He smiled at me and my mom then went out. That afternoon, before we went home, he bade us goodbye. That afternoon, I wished it wasn’t really goodbye.
Because of my brother’s blood ailment, he often gets admitted at a certain hospital in Metro Manila. It can get really frustrating at times since I don’t get enough rest and am always anxious about laboratory test results. Nonetheless, it’s not all that bad because of the nurses. All the negative vibes wear off right away when I see them. In my humble opinion, this hospital has the friendliest nurses in the Metro. They’re very approachable and no matter what time it is, even at 3 in the morning, they still manage to put on a smile. I’m not even kidding. Among the nurses, I have my favorite, but I won’t mention his real name. Let’s just call him Chris.
I’m not sure if I had seen Chris before I actually found out his name. During the first confinement of my brother in the hospital, I was still in a relationship so my eyes were, more often than not, fixed on my boyfriend. It was probably the second or third time he was admitted when I noticed Chris. I was already single that time. He wasn’t the makalaglag-panty-hot type of guy. He was more of the boy-next-door type. He’s tall, tan and a bit muscular. His hair is quite messy like it was carelessly combed but ruffled again. His smile showed a hint of innocence (although I highly-doubt he’s still innocent). If I were to estimate his age, he’s probably in his early twenties.
I have already seen Chris work in both the morning and the night shift. I have seen him when he was still wearing the white uniform and now that he’s wearing the printed nurse uniform of the Pediatrics section. I have seen him in civilian clothes (which is why I know that he is a bit muscular). Now that I think about it, I’ve been infatuated with him for more than a year. The thing is, the more I see the guy, the more that I find him attractive, not just physically.
Aside from my fetish for guys with nice arms, I think it’s how genuine Chris is when he works with children that made me like him. I like guys who are good with children. Seeing how he interacts with them, I just can’t help but go “aww.” He just leaves me speechless.
There are more stories to tell about Chris. There’s this time I didn’t know how I’m going to make my brother drink the medicine he had to take. Chris helped me. There’s this incident when I was slept in the hospital and had cold. When Chris went inside the room to check on my brother in the middle of the night, I woke up, sneezed and pulled up my blanket. Perhaps he knew I wasn’t feeling well so he lowered the air conditioner’s thermostat. One time, I was teasing my friend who was taking up BS Nursing for not knowing how to take blood pressure. We were with Chris and my mom then. Chris got his apparatus for taking B.P (whatever you call that) and lent it to my friend. These are really, really small stories that I remember and he most probably does not. It doesn’t really bother me whether he remembers them or not. I promise.
Chris is a great guy. I may not know him well but I do know he’s nice and any girl will be lucky to have him. I hope he gets a girl he deserves in the future if he isn’t in a relationship right now. If he is, then I hope they’re happy. I don’t think Chris and I will go further than being acquaintances but I am thankful that I met him. He is a living proof that there are still guys out there who are worth waiting for.
