you will help me, right?

I always dreamed of helping people. It doesn't matter who they are, children, adults, pensioners, disabled people. I couldn't just walk past those who needed help. That's why I decided to go to medical school after school. I hadn't decided on a specific specialist yet, I just set a goal. And now I work in a military hospital, I trained as a neurotraumatologist and I help military personnel and combat veterans. It has become possible for me to return movement to some of my patients in their already difficult lives. Yes, it's hard work, but how pleasant it is when you get the desired result. But there are also downsides to this job. I'm thirty-five years old, I'm not married and I don't have children. No, I can have children, I'm fine. But the problem is that I have no one to have children from. I've had relationships more than once, short romances and long ones. Everything ended almost the same way. Either they cheated on me, because I spent most of my time at work. Or they dumped me right away, for the same reason. It turns out I paid little attention to them. But I wanted understanding in the relationship, support. After all, I'm not just sitting in the clinic, but trying to get adults back on their feet. All my friends have a happy marriage, charming children. But I feel superfluous with them. And now, my friend, a psychotherapist, has returned from another maternity leave. I envy her, honestly. I want, like her, to come home and hear my children running to me and screaming how happy they are that I came home. - Hello, darling! I hope you missed me, - as usual, Lera comes to me without knocking. And it doesn't matter whether I have a patient or not. - You, as always, are in your repertoire. Gorgeous and inimitable, - without her, the work was boring and routine. She always gave me the most interesting patients. - Well, tell me, how did you work here without me? Did you find yourself a man? – Lera took her favorite place in the chair by the window. - Work, like work. Nothing new or interesting. Everything is as usual. And the man, there is no one who appreciates me along with my work. I understand that you have something interesting for me, right? - I know this look, she has already thought of something. - How did you understand that? Yes, I have someone for you. A couple of weeks ago, our neighbor, Fedya, had a cousin come to visit. Fedya asked me for help, but I can’t handle it alone. Lena, I need you and your charming hands, - hmm, if she asks for help, there really must be something wrong. - And what is it that you need me so much? I don’t mind helping you, you know that, but I’m not omnipotent. I need to see what’s up with this guy. Have you seen his story? - They will come to me today, I want to bring them to you later. I didn’t see his story, Fedya told me a little. There were exercises in the military unit, his brother took part in them. But something went wrong, I didn’t get into it, there was an explosion and his brother was thrown back by the shock wave. He hit his back on a concrete wall, displaced vertebrae, a nerve was damaged, something else was there. The point is that now he is sitting in a wheelchair, he is 38 years old, and he does not want to do anything. He thinks that it is a disgrace for a military man not to participate in military operations and become disabled. In general, both your and my help are needed. We need to save the guy, he has no one except his brother. What do you say? - I see that she is very worried about them, tears in her eyes. - Well, go ahead, bring them, and then we’ll see what I can do. You know, I’m always in business. And now go ahead, get to work, remember how to do it. The door closed behind Lera, and I immersed myself in my papers. Today I had no operations or new patients scheduled. My day was supposed to be quiet and calm. But a hurricane named Valeria returned to my measured life. We have been friends since the very beginning of my career at this hospital. She was the only one who accepted me not as a competitor in the bed of our head of the hospital. Oleg Sergeyevich is a rather handsome man, he is 45 years old, but he looks younger, and all our nurses drool over him, even some doctors. But I was not interested in him, I am not attracted to men like him. Oleg is not tall, about one meter seventy, a little gray in his short blond hair, thin. And I like tall men, large, and it does not matter if he is a little plump or has muscles. I was so carried away by work that I forgot about Lera. Closer to lunch, I was distracted by a knock on the door. -It's open, - the door opened and Lera came in. A wheelchair rolled in behind her, in which sat a large man, I think if he stood up he would be almost two meters tall. Bald, dark eyebrows, dark brown eyes, a nose that I think has survived more than one fracture, and plump lips. God, this is just the man of my dreams. At such moments I really hate my job, because I am not supposed to have a relationship with my patients. - Meet Elena Vladimirovna, I told you about her. If you agree to be treated by us, - and such a sweet smile to the guy standing behind the stroller. I was so carried away by looking at the guy that I did not notice his brother. - Good afternoon, glad to see you, I am Elena Vladimirovna. What problems brought you to us? - and the look is so serious and I would even say, a little angry. Yes, it will be difficult. - Hello, I am Fedor, and this is my brother, Igor. I think we should leave you alone so that you can discuss everything. Igor, please do not be rude, okay? - I was rewarded with two smiles and one angry look. The door closed behind Lera and Fedya, we were left alone and now I am afraid to even say a word to this rock. - Well, what fairy tales will you tell me, another doctor? Give me a medical record to read? Or have you already learned from your friend? - Yeah, I had to drink 50 grams for courage or to find a common language with him. But his voice, that's something. Rough with a hoarseness. - Maybe we should get acquainted first, and you can tell us what's bothering you? - Calm down, you need to have patience with difficult patients. - We've already been introduced in absentia. And if you can't see it yourself, I'll tell you, I can't walk, that's what's bothering me. - Can I have your card, at least from there I'll find out what happened to you, - I stood up, went up to Igor and took the card from his hands. I walked back to my desk and rested my butt on it. Having opened the card, I realized that no one had really taken on his treatment. Some tests, x-rays, pictures, MRI, but nothing concrete. He's been in this condition for two years now. Why had no one done anything? While I was reading, I felt his gaze on me, he was examining my entire body, his gaze was burning. Oh, if only I had met him somewhere else. I would have dragged such a man into my house and never let him out. - Well, doc, is there anything interesting there? Or can I go home? - leaning his elbow on the arm of the chair, he held his chin with his hand and looked thoughtfully into my eyes. - I need to take some tests from you and do some procedures so that I can tell you what I can do with you. - And when will we start, so that I can be home? - Are you so impatient to get rid of my company? Am I that unpleasant? - Oh no, what are you saying. I just don’t want to be here. I don’t see the point in doing all this, - apparently he gave up right after the diagnosis, deciding that no one would help him. - Okay, let's do it this way, now we'll do all the procedures and then you'll be free, - I'll decide later what to do with him. I don't want to give him hope ahead of time. - Great, I'm glad I'll be leaving this building soon, - Lera will communicate with him herself, he's already decided everything for himself. He turned the stroller around and started driving to the door. Having overtaken him, she wanted to help open the door. But then someone opens it from the other side and pushes me, unable to stay on my feet, I fall back. I think, well, that's it, I'm in for a disgrace. But no, strong hands catch me, and I find myself on Igor's lap, and his face is buried in my neck. His breath gives me goosebumps, I like this man after all. - Oh, Lena, forgive me, I didn't mean to. I need to correct this bad habit. Are you okay? - Lera and Fedya looked at us, shocked. And I was still sitting on Igor, and his hands were on my hips. - Forgive me, Igor, I didn't want to fall on you, - I said, getting up from him with regret, I wanted to be in his arms for a very long time. - Everything is fine, Lera, we wanted to go now to get some tests and undergo some procedures. Then you will be free, Fyodor. Forgive me again, Igor. I turned to him and noticed that his gaze had changed. Now he was looking at me with tenderness, or something. And he did not move. It is strange, what is wrong with him? - I will take them myself, and you do your own thing. Let me know later when they should come to you again, - having said this, Lera led Igor and Fyodor out of my office.