I lazied around until Nurse Ulara returned. She was surprisingly fast.
I could almost swear that it hadn’t even been five minutes since I asked her to get me those stationaries.
She politely handed me the paper and pen that she had retrieved from her station—a simple, blue body and blue-ink pen as well as a notepad designed for taking notes, the kind they used to record medical status of their patients.
"Thank you, Nurse Ulara," I smiled, accepting the stationery, a warm feeling spread through me.
Seriously, I can't even remember the last time I was this happy to be handed a pen and paper. Staying in a hospital would make you do things that you wouldn't do on a normal day.
She gave me a short nod, and just then my eye caught the flash of a slight crease on her forehead. It was gone
