Authors Note: I realized just how much I neglect some of the boys in my stories, and tried to fix it. Buck happened to jump and yell the loudest when I asked for volunteers. Also, I started wondering if maybe some of Bucks girls might not part with him as willingly as others. Seems to me, a girl could get mighty attached to any one of the guys...

Disclaimer: I own not the boys. sob sniff That hurts.

When I first saw him, he was bent over one of his teammates, watching them wake up. It was JD, of course- he's always the one there for JD when he wakes up. His face was all lit up and grinning, and then the others crowded around the bed and obscured my view. Maybe that was for the best- if I had watched much longer, I might not have been able to go and get the doctor. As it was, I did.

I came back with the doctor, to help him if I could. Actually, I wanted to see him again, and it turned out that I wasn't needed anyway. I just stood there, my attention divided between him and the doctor. A week later, they were back- someone had fractured something. I was their nurse again, and I watched as he hovered over the injured party like a nervous she-bear watching her cub. I almost laughed, but just as it was about to burst out of me, he turned and looked at me, like he had felt it. Instantly, the laughter died, to be replaced with... I don't know exactly what, but it was nice. He stood up properly and some distant part of my mind registered that he was very tall, and he walked over to me with that loose-limbed stroll of his. The next thing I knew he was talking to me. I still don't know what we were talking about, but all that mattered was that I was talking to him.

From that point on, it lasted almost a month. Quite possibly the best month of my life. It was definitely the most alive. And the... best, I suppose. There's no other word for it. It was the best. We celebrated my birthday together, I watched him sleep.

He's so alive. That's what draws us to him- his life. He's vibrant and real and loves a woman for her self, not for who he wants her to be or what she could be. And he's sweet. Oh, he's sweet. And he's handsome and loving and will stand up for you, and will love you with all his heart. Until the next.

He broke my heart- there's no denying that, but he also gave me the best time of my entire life. He made me feel alive again. In love. Real. Not just a shadow. And I can't hate him- maybe you think I should, but I can't. He may have broken my heart, but he healed it before that. He fixed me.

Even now, when I hear another of the nurses talking about him, I can't hate him. Even when I see flowers on her desk, and I recognize his handwriting, I can't hate him. I still do what I can when I'm assigned to him, or one of the others, but I don't request it. It tears me up too bad to see him in such a state, or, heaven forbid, in one of those beds himself. I tell them things I shouldn't, and when his eyes meet mine, he knows it's for him, but neither of us says anything. Not a single word.

And I can't hate him. Not even when he hurts me.

March 4, 2008.

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