Year and half ago
YouHeal Hospital
The Youheal hospital was bustling as usual. Some people awaited their treatment while others awaited their family members. Each person had their own reasons for being there. In a flash, a group of four people walked into the hospital, dressed in dark clothing. Two of them looked injured because they had blood all over them, which appeared to be an accident, and the other two led them into the hospital.
One of the guys leading them said, "Look at them!" When the nurse saw the state in which they were in, she was shocked. "I'll call the doctor-" she was cut off. "We need a nurse, not a doctor," one of the injured guys said sneering red with anger. "But-" she had again been cut off with "Don't you fucking understand!?"
"Ah sorry sir, let me treat your wounds" one of the seniors nurse came when the thing was getting a little too hot, and took them to the treatment area.
"Don't touch me!!" so when guy were finally about to receive the treatment from one of the nurse's, he refused, "But you're here for treatment, aren't you?" the nurse calmly explained. Since she had no clue what was going on, she tried again, "Let me" but the guy went away further. "I fucking said do not touch me!!" he yelled at her. The nurse was shocked, as they did not understand what he wanted and what was actually going on.
"Call the male staff!" a guy who led them inside the hospital said to the nurse, "Um, I'm afraid they're all busy right now as-" she got cut off, "This is terrible!" He added, "Why open when you're short at staff!?" The injured guy spoke with reddened anger, of course he was bleeding on his palm unexpectedly the blood was gushing out.
The nurse again attempted to speak to him, "Sir, let me treat you please", as she took another closer step, "One more step and you'll regret." she stopped, afraid at hos words which seemed like threatening and of this man who came out of nowhere and demanding things "Boss" the other injured man came inside the room with fully bandaged hands and head, indicating that he had been treated unlike who he called his Boss. His boss was still bleeding, and soaked in blood. He looked at the terrified nurses, "Could you find us a male nurse?" he asked, "Sir, we really apologize, but they're all busy at the moment." he nodded.
The nurse still did not understand what he was saying as he walked to his boss. He said something in his boss's ear, but nothing could be heared what exactly he said, but it seems they are leaving without getting treated. "Look you can't g- she again got interrupted, "What is going on?"
Blaze's POV
A voice from the nursing room door was heard, and I couldn't help but look at the owner of this voice, for whatever reason, it made me curious about this voice because it sounded so melodious, so good to my ears, that I couldn't stop staring at her.
On the door stood a figure standing 5'6inches in grey pants, a white shirt over it with a surgical coat, and a black heel. It was obvious that she was a doctor here, it was evident from her appearance, but what caught my eye were her long black straight silky soft hair that went all the way down to her waist, her hair was like a true goddess. She had plump, glossy lips and minimal make-up, but still looked way prettier than anybody else.
She walked inside clicking her heels, and there was an elegance in the way she moved, a natural grace that seemed effortless. It doesn't matter whether she dances in the living room or walks down the street, she has a poise that makes everything she does seem like an extraordinary performance. It is her tiny gestures that imbue the ordinary with a kind of magic.
It was impossible not to admire the grace with which she carried herself, There was a natural elegance in her movements, a fluidity that suggested confidence and poise. Whether she was walking or engaging in conversation, she always seemed effortless and beautiful because of her grace.
"What is going on, Ava?" she asked the nurse. "Um, Dr. Miller, good afternoon," she added, "They were here to check on their wounds, but now they don't want treatment."the nurse told her everything and the doctor listened carefully and eyed us all here, she finally saw me with my freshly cut palm.
"What are your reasons for not getting it treated?" she asked directly to me but I didn't say anything as I was so lost in her that I forgot why was I here for.
She took a step closer towards me "You know you'll get it infected if not treated soon and well" she said as she took the fist aid kit from the side table and again began to walk towards me "Do you understand me?" now she was standing right infront of me and it was like
it's like seeing the world for the first time each day. Her eyes are a deep, expressive ocean -each glance is a wave that draws me in at a closer look, revealing depths of warmth and understanding and I can't help but get lost in their brilliance. Out of no where she took my wrist in her palm and led me somewhere walking ahead of me and I lost understanding.of everything, I couldnt process anything, my mind went blank as she touched me.
The moment her hand touched mine, it felt like the world slowed down. It was as if time itself took a breath, giving us a moment that was intimate and profound. Her touch was gentle, yet there was an unmistakable strength in it-a warmth that radiated through me and made my heart skip a beat.
Her fingers, delicate and soft, had a way of igniting a spark every time they made contact. It wasn't just the physical sensation, but the emotion behind it. When she reached out to touch me, it was as if she was sending a message beyond words, a silent affirmation of her affection and connection. It felt reassuring, like a promise that no matter what happened.
As she crouching down to the ground, she said "Have a sit" and I sat down on a couch. She smiled at me as she spoke, "Don't worry, I'll be gentle." And she goes on, talking everything to distract me from the wound.
Smile. Her smile was something out of a dream, effortlessly bright and infectious. It wasn't just the curve of her lips that captivates me, but the way it lights up her whole face, making everything around us feel like a better place. When she smiles, it's like all the troubles of the world are momentarily set aside, and all that remains is pure joy. It made me feel good. Happy.
Voice. Her voice was melody that resonates with my soul. Whether she was speaking softly or smiling heartily, every word she utters carries a warmth that wraps around me like a comforting embrace. It has the power to soothe me when I'm stressed and uplift me when I'm feeling down.
"What's your name?" I finally said something more like a question. "Savannah" she replied as she started treating my wounds, and I watched her face up close a pretty name just like hers. I wanted her to treat me only ever.
In her gentle touch, her attentive listening, and her ability to figure out the right thing to say or do, her kindness and compassion is perhaps her most beautiful quality. Her heart I guess is just as beautiful as her outward appearance, and it's this deep-seated kindness that truly makes her shine.
She's a blend of beauty, strength, and warmth, and I find new reasons to fall in love with her. From now on. She's not just the woman I would cherish. She will be the person who will make my every moment richer and every day more meaningful.
Author's Note :
Hey everyone! Here is the update enjoy<3
This is a flashback with Blaze's POV. Now I guess you guys will understand somethings about how the things are going.
If not don't worry I'll back with another backstory<3
Good night/morning <3<3