Just a drabble I wanted to put up!
Bad Boys and Good Girls
Song should have learned her lesson about mooning over her youthful patients. After Lee had stolen her heart and her ostrich horse (the first had been fine, the second had been horrible), Song had vowed to be completely professional.
So why was she drawn to her new patient, finding new excuses to re-bandage his wounds? She could tell by the hook-swords at his hips that he was a dangerous character. "I've done a lot of things in my past, things I am not proud of," he had said when she had asked about his life before coming to her town.
Song had been unsure why her hands, famous for being steady during amputations, breech births and cauterization had suddenly trembled, moist with sweat.
She didn't know why she was finding excuses to keep him in bed longer, even though his injuries were healing properly. She didn't know why she was willing to forgo precious sleep to stay by his bedside. She didn't know why she looked forward to bathing him, trying to hide how hard she blushed.
Then he left one day, without saying goodbye. Song had chalked it to up to her bad taste in men, liking dangerous men. She was just destined to have her heart broken.