Meet somebody new

Later that day, there is a commotion down at the end of the room, near the entrance. I get up and walk to the aisle where I can see better.

One of the older nurses brings a handsome man through the door, and goes to say something to Yeva. A crowd gathers around him. He looks dashing in his neat uniform, and it even looks like he’s decorated. He favors one of his legs, supporting himself with a single crutch. Everybody wants to shake his hand.

Yeva comes up to him and introduces herself as the crowd begins to disperse. I roll my eyes at the girly way she stands when she talks to him. Thirsty bitch. She couldn’t be any more obvious. She flirts with him and runs her hands up and down his arm. I want to do that!

Yeva starts to lead him my way, and I look at the empty bed next to me.

“Chyort!” I mutter under my breath, and quickly run my fingers through my hair to make it look better, then quickly neaten my bed.

“I’m going to take really great care of you, dear.” Yeva fawns.

“I appreciate that.” The man says with a happy look on his face.

“And if you want anything, and I mean anything, you just let me know, sweetie.”

“Oh I will.” He says in a flirty tone.

“Whatever you desire.”

Yeva bats her eyelashes at him and smiles. She leads him to the empty bed next to me.

“Here is your bed.” She says.

The man stops dead in his tracks when he sees me.

“Who is this?” He asks. That’s all it takes to make me blush, and I know that he notices.

“Just another patient.” Yeva says hurriedly, trying to get his attention back. He takes a step towards me.

“Are you my new neighbor?” He asks me.

“You’re the one that’s new.” I tease, and get a quick smile from him. It makes me giggle.

“So… what is your name?” I ask.

“My name is Evgeny Vasilevsky.”

“Evgeny Vasilevsky?” I gasp. “I read about you in Pravda!”

“That’s me.” He says.

“You’re that sniper! Did you really kill six German officers in a single day?”

“Enough about me.” He says. “I want to talk about you.”

Yeva pouts and storms off. Evgeny stops and looks over his shoulder at her before turning back to me.

“What’s your name?”

“Tatya.”

“Cute.”