«Take care of the drunk, maybe he’ll marry you!» — shouted the senior nurse. But no one could imagine WHAT would happen in a minute…

His voice almost broke, he with difficulty pronounced the words. “You, you must.” He fell silent, breathing heavily…

Emily moved closer, trying to make out his whisper. “Speak, I am listening.” But the man just closed his eyes and sank into sleep.

Emily looked at him, feeling strange excitement. What did he want to say? Why was his voice so insistent? She did not know, but felt, this story is just beginning. Emily sat next to the patient, watching his measured breathing.

He was sleeping, but his face twitched from time to time, as if in a dream he was experiencing something heavy. She recalled his incoherent words. “You must listen to me.

Tell no one.” What did he mean? What did he want to warn about? Emily shook her head, driving away thoughts. Now the main thing is his recovery.

The morning turned out restless. At the duty post stood Susan Thompson. She glanced at Emily and smirked.

“Well what, still sitting by your protege?” Emily tiredly sighed, but did not answer anything. She already understood that the best tactic in communicating with the senior nurse is ignoring. But before Susan Thompson had time to say something else, hurried steps sounded in the corridor.

Emily turned her head and froze. Several people in expensive suits entered the department. Behind them walked an elderly man with a confident posture and an authoritative gaze.

He looked as if he was used to people obeying his word. “Good day,” – he said, stopping in front of Susan Thompson. “How can I help?” The senior nurse immediately changed her face, strained, smiling.

But the man did not listen to her. He was already looking at the end of the corridor. At the bed.

At the patient. And suddenly his authoritative face distorted. “Son,” – his voice trembled.

Emily sharply turned to the man on the bed. The patient stirred, his eyelids trembled. And then she understood.

This is the patient’s father. And he was looking for him. The man rushed to the bed.

“David,” – he exhaled, touching the patient’s shoulder. Emily took a step back, watching the scene. The patient opened his eyes.

For a second recognition flashed in them. “Father,” – he hoarsely. The elderly man squeezed his hand, his face distorted from pain.

“Forgive me, forgive, I did not believe you.” Emily looked at them, not understanding the whole essence, but feeling that behind this stands a big story. She did not notice how Susan Thompson approached them.

“Excuse me, but the patient is still weak,” – she tried to insert, but the man sharply turned to her. “He will be immediately transferred to the best clinic.” “Well,” – Susan Thompson was confused.

“I said immediately.” She opened her mouth, but did not dare to argue. After a few minutes the patient began to be prepared for transportation.

Before they took him away, he for a second lingered his gaze on Emily. “Thank you,” – he whispered. Her heart squeezed.

She knew that she would not see him again. And yet something suggested, this story is not over yet. Susan Thompson watched the departing cortege, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Just don’t hope that in five minutes he will remember your existence,” – she threw to Emily. But Emily just quietly smiled. She did not work for gratitude.

She just did her job. A week passed. Emily continued to work in the usual rhythm, trying not to think about the patient who was taken to an elite clinic…

But something in her life changed. Now she became the object of close attention. “Well what, has the billionaire called you yet?” – threw one of the nurses with a smirk, when Emily entered the nurses’ room.

She was silent, but her whole body squeezed from irritation. Susan Thompson did not miss the opportunity to add fuel to the fire. “Well well, look who we have here? The millionaire’s bride!” – she declared loudly to everyone, snorting.

“What, waiting for an invitation to the mansion?” Emily squeezed her teeth, trying not to react. The more she was silent, the more rumors spread around the hospital. Soon the whole shift knew that once in the department was treated a mysterious rich man and that a simple nurse saved him.

Some laughed, others whispered, third looked at her with envy. Emily felt awkward. She just did her job.

And nevertheless. Somewhere deep in her soul she wondered, what if he really remembers. But time passed, and there was no call.

She had already begun to forget about this story, when one morning everything changed. Emily was going out into the corridor, intending to pour herself tea, when she heard a loud voice. “Emily, is that you?” She sharply turned around.

And froze. Before her stood he. That same patient.

But now he looked completely different. Clean, expensive clothes, confident posture, a light smile on his lips. Behind him stood two men in strict suits, clearly bodyguards…