A/N: I don't own anyone in this story besides myself. The character is portrayed by Josh Hartnett and I do not own him. Jen is one of my friends & I don't own her. Please comment & review :)
"Love," I whisper to myself as I stare intently at the reflection in the mirror. Was love just some made up word that everyone used to make us feel better about ourselves? Is it just fictitious feeling that doesn't even exist?
"If you keep whispering that word to yourself then I might just have to send you to a doctor," Jen said, snapping me from my deep thoughts. "Get over that loser, move on, get some cute solider to replace him. Because, sweetie, if you don't find yourself a nice boy, I will find one for you."
"I'm done with dating boys...men...whatever you want to call them," I mumbled under my breath as I placed my white nurses cap on the top of my dark brown hair. "I mean...is there even such thing as love, Jen?"
"If you say you're going to be a lesbian, we're not friends anymore," Jen said, laughing to herself. "Of course there's love, you just haven't found it...yet." She casually walked passed me and screeched as she dropped the tray of needles.
"I still don't get it, how do you find love?" I continued, pretending my friend didn't just screech and drop a metal tray. "It's just a feeling, what am I supposed to do, go out with every guy I see?"
"You'll know when you love someone," Jen said as she picked up the fallen syringes. "It's going to take time, you can't expect to know right away. When did you think you loved Chris?"
From the reflection of the mirror I see Jen slowly stand up, turn around then suddenly crash into a tall figure in the doorway. With a loud crash, the tray falls to the nicely polished floor and she shouts a loud curse word, obviously angry.
"I'm sorry, ma'am," the man politely said, making an attempt to help clean up the mess. "I didn't notice you had a tray in your hand." Jen quickly shot the poor man a look and began snatching the syringes, once more, from the ground.
"Sorry?" Jen quickly snapped, making me chuckle quietly to myself. "Damn it, boy, I just cleaned this shit up!" I debated whether I should have gone over to him and save him from the verbal abuse, but instead I stayed my ground and watched him through the reflection. "Now, get your pretty little ass over there and wait for someone to aid you."
I quickly turned my attention back to myself, pretending as if nothing had happened just so Jen wouldn't be on my ass about not helping. "I don't think you should have attacked the poor boy, he's bleeding for god's sake."
"I suggest you go clean him up because if I do it I might add more blood then there originally was," Jen quietly mumbled. "Plus, he's kind of cute, you and him would look absolutely adorable together."
I rolled my eyes slightly and began to walk over to the poor boy who had just been verbally attacked by a girl half his size. His brown hair fell just passed his eyebrows, his bold but caring brown eyes stared in my direction as I slowly walked towards him to stitch up the side of his face.
"Tell your friend I'm really sorry about that," he smooth voice said once I reached him. "I think she might hurt me when I least expect it." A smile stretched across his face that could make any girls knees weak.
"Oh, don't mind her," I quietly said as I gently moved his left hand and the cloth from the side of his face. "She gets pretty hostile, but she doesn't bite, I promise." The boy nodded his head slightly and laughed.
"Well, as long as she doesn't trip me when I'm walking out of here," he said, trying to keep the conversation going. I smiled slightly as I prepared to stitch him up, trying my best to keep my eyes from wandering to his quite handsome face.
I hesitated for just a moment before picking up the needle from the tray. "This is going to hurt a bit," I warned as I placed the cold needle against his skin. He winced in pain as the needle broke into his flesh. "How did you manage to get this nasty wound, anyway?"
"I was playing around with the boys, you know," he said, his voice showing he was in pain. "A shove here and there, and I ended up smacking into the wing of an A-24 bomber."
"Oh, I know how boys can be," I said with a slight sigh. "I had an older brother, he used to get into all sorts of trouble. Whether he was taking something apart or just picking on me, but I loved my brother, even if he was a pain in the ass."
"Really? I couldn't imagine anyone picking on a girl as pretty as you," he said quite confidently. "You have the face of an angel, I just wouldn't have the guts to pick on you." I smiled quietly to myself as I added the finishing touches and snipped the extra string. "I know this is none of my business, but you know that thing you said back there, about love?" I slowly nodded my head, not sure what he was getting to. "Well...love isn't just a feeling, it's something that makes you get up in the morning, it gives you something to look forward to in the day. It's something thats...almost like living a dream."
"So, who's the lucky lady?" I said as I put the tray to the side. I slowly turned around and sat back down on the opposite bed.
"Oh, no lady, ma'am," he said with a sweet grin across his beautiful face. "I'm a single man." I slowly raised an eyebrow and chuckled a bit to myself, finding a bit relief that maybe if this attractive man couldn't find a lady, then it wasn't so weird I hadn't found a man.
"Well, now you're telling me that a man as good looking as you hasn't found a sweet pretty young girl?" I said, not even realizing the words that escaped my soft lips.
"It's just like saying a sweet pretty young girl like you hasn't found a young handsome man to sweet her off her feet," he replied with that beautiful smile. I slowly got up and smiled at the stranger, unsure of how to reply to such a comment. "Hey...can I ask you something?" I slowly nod my head while bitting my lower lip, hoping maybe this would be different. "Um..." he slowly cleared his throat, making my stomach do turns. "Do you like it around here?"
"What?" I said, in disbelief. I let out a slight sigh of anger and nodded my head. "Yeah, it's better than New York, if it wasn't for being transfered here I wouldn't have met Jen." I rolled my eyes and pointed to the girl cleaning up the room.