"Morning, Yume."

I entered the area where we kept our recent battle victims; those injured, and those dying. So many, of course. All of them, bleeding all over my clean floors and my sanctuary. Yeah. Whatever. I ran the medical department for Cloud..until

There was a day they rushed a man in, burnt from head to toe, eyes barely open, three rigs shattered, bones broken, gashes, and a gunshot to the leg, which was probably going to be amputated anyways, just by looking at it you'd know you couldn't save it. From what I could tell, the man had these maroon colored eyes, quite gorgeous. I couldn't tell if his hair was naturally black or if it was just because of how fire fucked him over.

So I did what most of us nurses and medical people do; tended to the most wounded as they were set on one of the empty beds. I groaned at the site of his blood instantly staining the clean, white sheets that I had folded and spread across that damned bed the morning before, but the churn in my stomach filled with guilt, and I got over it. I got the supplies, bandages, needles, thread, medication, blah blah, and went to help another blonde with him.

It wasn't until I was wrapping some new, clean bandages around his arm, sighing. His skin would probably never heal--and we continued to keep him medicated and tended to just because he had a chance of surviving. Who wants.. to survive something like that? It had been about three days now, and I thought he was still unconcious, but he ended up opening his eyes weakly, not even glancing at me,

"Hey, cherrytop."

I paused at the sound of his raspy voice, turning my eyes to watch him struggle to look at me. That was a new one. I merely continued renewing his arm's bandages.

"..I'm sorry, I didn't know your name, and it's all I could think of. You nurses don't wear name tags or..an..ything."

"Cherrytop if fine," I replied with one of my growling tones, setting his arm down to work on the bandages around his torso. I placed my hand beneath his back, and pushed to help him sit up, and then worked on unraveling the blood stained ones. To myself, I had thought that maybe the reason for us not having nametags was because they wouldn't be alive long enough to significantly call us by our names--know us by our own personalities. Instead, we prefered to keep it as the women, or men, that simply gave them their medication.

He wouldn't stop talking to me, "You sure are pretty, you know that?"

My upper lip curved in slight disgust. I didn't know if it was him, or the fact that I just didn't like men in general. He responded to this quickly,

"I'm sorry, really. You just are, in all the honesty that I have, cherrytop. I would like to take you out sometime." His smile was heartbreaking to see, considering how damaged the poor man was. Even so, he still had straight pearly whites, but it was hard to tell if a man could smile from his heart anymore. Thinking with that, or with the thing down in his pants. His maroon tinted eyes darted over to me as I removed my glasses, setting them on the on the stand near me so they wouldn't be in my way.

I replied with one of those monotoned voices, "Go ask my sister; she's the exact same in looks."

"I'm not trying to get in your pants," He glanced down, then back at me, "..or skirt in this case. I don't care about your sister; you're the one I saw first, cherrytop."

I rolled my eyes, pushing myself up to leave after finishing his bandages again.

As the days went by, he remained in that bed with our help and care, complimenting me anytime he got, trying to talk to me whenever he could. I tried to ignore it most of the time, but every now and then I felt myself being compelled to check on him when not supposed to. There was this one time when I caught him talking to Luna's little girl, Amaris, whom was around four now. Cute as can be, smiling almost all the time. It was only when she wasn't smiling that happened to be when you could tell that she was the mass murderer's daughter.

"I'm sick," He replied to one of her questions, and she crouched down on the bed. Her blonde hair was tied up and she was dressed in white, pouting at the fact that he was sick, and not well.

"Get well soon, okay?" She spoke in a cheery voice, instantly breaking her pout with a bright smile. He chucked, but not for too long considering it hurt him still.

"Hey, why don't you go convince cherrytop to like me."

"Cherrytop?"

"Yeah. What's her name? The long, red haired nurse. Glasses, and glazed over pink eyes. The short and small one. She wouldn't tell me it."

Amaris's lips transfered to a grin, "If she didn't tell, it's a secret!"

"..I really really wanna know Cherrytop's name! Come onnnn!"

"Yu--me." She then waved to him, quickly scuddling off as she heard and and responded to Cloud calling her name in search for her.

The days continued to come and go, and it turned to weeks soon enough. It grew to where I'd actually talk back, but never really give into him asking me on a date. He never did call me Yume, it was always cherrytop, all because I wasn't supposed to know that he did know my name. He'd call me cherrytop, and I'd call him crispy. Mean. I know.

"I know some bad things happened to you in the passed."

I listened to him talk to me while I tended and gave a person their daily shot of medication across from him on another bed. I rolled my eyes.

"It doesn't mean I'm gonna treate you that way, okay cherrytop?"

I ignored, continuing with the woman whom was sick in the bed. She had her eyes closed, but she smiled brightly as she listened to him speak to me. It was probably the first bit of expression I had seen on her, ever.

"You're a beautiful woman, you've got flare in your personality, and there is absolutely no reason that you should let the dating scene fall from your life because of what some bastard man has done to you before. It really isn't fair that you won't even give me a complete and full glance! I know you hate men, I can see that. I want to change your opinion; your general assumption. I don't want your body, cherrytop, I just want you, okay?"

I ignored,

"DON'T you go doing that to me, you know I mean well!"

The woman began to chuckle at the sound of him, and I turned, resting my hands on my hips to reply, "OKAY! Fine. I'll date you when you're able to move around, crispy."

He just smiled like he had the world in the palm of his hands.

"Just make sure that makes you happy too, Cherrytop."

But it was three days after that when I could hear one of the nurses screaming,

"YUME, FLATLINE."

That dim litted night, we tried everything we could to keep him alive. In all of the time I knew him, I never knew HIS name. I could never bring myself.. to look at his records and find out his name for myself. Later on that night, around three AM, I stalked off to Cloud's office. He was always up late.

I slammed my uniform on my desk,

"I don't want this job anymore. Assign me to a different one or I'm fucking gone." I wasn't crying or anything, but it probably looked pretty close to it. I was a mess.

Cloud glanced up at me, taken aback by my sudden demand, "..W-wait, why don't you want it anymore?" The boss adjusted his glasses, resting his elbows on the desk. He looked worried, and shocked at the same time. "What's wrong with it, why not?"

My shoulder slumped, and my 'brows furrowed together in response. I got that tingly feeling my nose that lets you know that you're going to cry soon. My eyes welted up with tears and I finally replied

"Cherries just aren't my thing."