"Are you fine, Aaron?" Someone asked as it touched his shoulder, knocking him out of his thoughts.
"Hm?" he turned around quickly and saw a familiar nurse behind him. "Oh."
"I'm Magdolna. We've met a few days ago." Aaron knew that, since the next day she had started to work in the hospital, constantly helping him. She always repeated him her name probably because of how distracted he always seemed, or maybe just because she thought that he was that bad and considered a necessity to constantly remind him.
It bothered him.
She didn't seem to care how fake it looked when he tried to smile at her as a form of greeting. He felt it too forced on his face, but she merely squeezed his shoulder in reassurance before letting him go completely. For some reason, the place where her hand had touched him started to itch but he ignored the feeling; he was getting too paranoid lately.
