Greg winced as the nurse gently took off his bandage. Oww!
The middle-aged nurse smiled, "It might hurt a bit." She had done taking off the old bandage and now was treating his wounds. Greg winced again. It might hurt 'a bit'??
The nurse seemed like a nice lady. Reminded Greg of his Aunt Meg whose cookies are the best in the planet. "When can I go home?" he asked.
She smiled, "Soon. The doctor said you could go home tomorrow, after he has made sure there's no complications." Greg nodded. She was now putting on new bandage, "You can't wait to go home with her, do you?"
"Her? Who?"
The nurse chuckled, "Don't pretend like you don't know, young man. It's obvious. Are you two a couple? Married?"
Greg almost choked on the word 'married'. "Umm, no." He felt himself blushing. "She's just... a friend."
"A friend?" the nurse shook her head, "I don't believe that. I can see it in your eyes. Don't tell me you don't love her?"
Greg chuckled. This nurse is unbelievable. "Okay, I love her... but,"
She had finished with his bandage, "No 'buts'... if you love her, you should tell her that." She smiled, "Now I have to go. You rest well, okay?"
Greg nodded. And the nurse left. He was alone again.
He laid back and sighed. Maybe the nurse was right. He should tell her how much he loved her... Yesterday events made him realize how short life is. He should do something before it was too late... But how am I going to tell her?