7

My sister whispered to me that Nathan wanted to see me. In the past, my sister always refused firmly, fearing that any stimulation would disturb my mind. But this time, he waited day after day and night, which made me feel unbearable. Just when I regained consciousness, my sister came to ask for my opinion. I thought for a moment and felt that I should not let him wait any longer, so I agreed to meet him.

Nathan appeared at the door in a white shirt, looking exhausted, with tears in the corners of his eyes. He stared at me, and after a long while, he squeezed out a word "I'm sorry...". I smiled gently and shook my head, "It's not your fault." My sister clenched her fists, ready to rush out at any time. I raised my hand to signal her to calm down. She understood what I meant, and finally calmed down and went out to leave us some privacy.

Nathan began to mutter, his whole body tense with nervousness, "If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be like this... The problem with the door has nothing to do with you... Pearl, that idiot, it's okay to cheat on someone's feelings, but how can she decide someone's life... What's more, I don't like her at all..." I could see that he was not in a good mental state during this period. His voice was choked and his face was full of grief.

" This is a hand used to save people... How dare she..." He raised his eyes again and stared at my left arm. My thoughts drifted back to the last time we met, when I panicked after he was injured. I immediately took his hand and ran to the infirmary. The bandages were wrapped around his snow-white wrist, revealing a little red. He smiled and comforted me, "It's okay, it's not a serious injury." But I interrupted him hastily, "The doctor's hands are very precious, you can't just say that."

Now , with tears in his eyes, he repeated my words word for word, "The doctor's hands are very precious..." I called him softly, " Nathan ." He immediately looked at me with tears in his eyes. I comforted him, "This is not your problem. You don't have to blame yourself or feel stressed. I have come this far in my life, but you are just starting out. You must protect your hands."

I found the scar removal cream I prepared for him. I wanted to give it to him in two days, but it was delayed until now due to various accidents. I held his shaking hands steady and stuffed the cream into his hands. "You have to be the best doctor and get in front of everyone." The boy in front of me seemed to remind me of my former spirited self, which was the last hope and the unreachable future.