My friend wanted me to do this. Even though I'm a terrible writer and don't ship it. So this is for my friend ye ye.

She heard screaming. It came from the room where Anna was assigned to. She kept walking toward the room with a calm posture; it was not surprising to have patients act like this. Anna preferred it that way since it was more exciting than the bright colors of the hospital.

Unfortunately, the screaming stopped. The doctor came out of the room and swiftly marched toward Anna, frustrated.

"Look after the patient and tell me if anything happens."

Then Anna was alone. She went in the room. The beeping heart monitor was the only noise in the room. Anna looked at the patient. She felt sorry for this patient: a beautiful woman whose femur didn't accept the treatments. Anna wanted the woman to smile.

"You should try to smile more. It usually helps make you feel better." Anna replied.

But nothing came from the patient. She only looked down, her blonde hair covering her face. Anna went back checking the vitals.

"Don't say that." the woman whispered.

"What?"

"Don't say that to me." The woman spoke louder.

"I won't say it again."

"I hate that tone. It makes me feel alone."

"I understand."

"Don't say that."

"Sorry."

"Don't say that."

Anna sighed. What a complicated woman, but who can blame her?

"Do you know why you're taking care of me?" The blonde woman asked.

"So the doctors can save you."

"That's not what they said."

"What do you mean?" Anna turned at the patient. "That's what doctors are supposed to do."

"You know they can't save a patient like me."

"I don't believe that."

"Don't say that."

"They'll find a way."

"Don't say that."

"I'll stay here in case."

"You should be leaving."

That's right. Anna thought. It's past her working hours. She should be at home. But Anna felt attached to her. She's staying, even if the woman wanted her out.

"I'll take care of you. I promise." Anna said to the patient.

"Take care of me then."

"I will."

"You did said it twice right?"

"Yea." Anna lied.

"Good. Will you call me Elsa?"

"That is your name."

"I know but I'm afraid of forgetting it."

"You won't forget it. I promise."

My god this was hard to do. It's so hard to write up ideas. I love Ernest Hemingway's writing style so I follow that procedure. I know I probably messed up few bits here and there but I'm done and bye.