*Next day*
The room was silent except the scrating of fountain pen against the rough sheet. The cold breeze of the morning filtered through the opened windows, it was almost 8 in the morning and the sun shone brighly . The sun rays casted long shadows across the room while entering from open windows.
The room was neat and clean,books lined up in stack, everything was organized. The wall paints were teared up saying the stories of how old the house was, the wooden cupboard had creaks and were almost rusty indicating how many they have been survived, the books had a thin layer of dust covered them.It was a study room, well organized no matter how old it was .
And in the middle of the study room was a wooden table, rectangular in shape, drawers in it, by looking at it appearance it seemed less older that the cupboards, and at last wooden chair behind it on which sat Bernhard.
His posture wasn't straight, as he leanded over the table. A fountain pen in his hand as he wrote something on the rough sheet in front of him. He eyebrows were frowned and lips pressed in thin line in concentration. His another hand on his forehead as he massaged this forehead. His hairs were tousled up from the sleep, his eyes wore a kind of tiredness due to not getting enough sleep and also uncertainty for some reason that only he knew but his eyes, they were at least not red and dull now instead they held a hope , the kind of when you know that the things are going to be the way you want , atleast for once. He looked as if he was in urgency. He wore a night suit, the arc lamp on the table was the only thing that shone brightly in the room after Bernhard eyes which had emotions swirling in them. And the arc lamp it only made it more brighter, the light made his face features more prominent, his sharp jaw line, his neck line and Adams apple and the sharp eyes . He looked unreal in the warm glow of the morning. The small wounds he had from the war were now almost cloted.
He finally set his pen down, and took the paper in his hand reading it carefully and when he was done there was a satisfied smile on his lips.
As he got up , the chair creaked due to it. He walked towards a certain cubdoard, when he reached it he opened a certain drawer. There was stack of paper folder in them, he took out one, closing the drawer behind him he walked back to the chair.
Placing the folder on the table, he took the paper on which he had scribbled minutes before. He sat on the chair and started folding the paper in a neat way before placing it inside the folder and when he was done he sealed it with the melted wax.
After he was done he placed the letter neatly near the lamp and walked out of the room , his hands buried in his pockets as he let out a lazy yawn, maybe he needed a little break he thought as he made his way towards the bedroom as he reached closing the door behind him he jumped on bed letting out the sigh murmuring "I will visit hospital in evening". And maybe he relly needed the break because soon after minutes his eyes got heavy as he drifted to sleep.
The room was silent the surroundings smelled kind of medicine and warm.
And then there was a knock on the door then another, and kept on going until a voice came from outside "Amara, are you there inside? " it was masculine voice it was kind of too deep as if someone had kept a stone in his throat.
Meanwhile inside the room,listening the continous knocks Amara woke up ,her lashes fluttered against her cheeks before she finally opened her eyes. For a moment or two her vision was blurry before she rubbed her back of hand to her eyes making her vision clear.
Her eyes looked still sleepy from the sleep, her cheeks had mark of the curled bedsheet on them due to sleeping to hard. Her lips formed a pout as she ran her hands through her hairs, making them more messier than before.
She looked down at her lap , her dress had wrinkles over them due to being pressed for too long and then she lifted her gaze looking at the who laid peacefully on the bed, his chest rising and falling in utter calmnees, and then she noticed she still was holding his hand maybe a little bit more tight than previous night.
It was as if she was in a trace , until a voice from outside knocking on the door and saying something pulled her outside of the trace as she looked towards the door listening the words more carefully now and then the voice came again "Amara, are you there inside? " she heard the familiar voice, and then replied while walking towards the door "Yeah I am here" she replied her voice was low and hoarse due to sleep and then she opened the door. On the door there stood a man in his almost 20's, a smile adored his lips, anways he wasn't too taller than Amara so that she was able to see clearly that he really was too happy because of how his usual dull and sulky face beamed too hard.
"What's the matter? " Amara asked while looking at the man with a weird look on her face.
"Oh, please learn some common sense of how to talk to a person , that also in early morning who even makes like that face" the male said as he looked at the woman across him with a mean look on face.
"I don't need to learn how to talk to person like you, and about that making of face saying the one who gives more that thousands of faces in day, now should I count and mention them too" Amara said her voice rising lighty in mock.
"Oh" the male across Amara rolled his eyes at the certain statement and then said "Anyways, I didn't came here to listen your that unnecessary nonsense which won't do me any good" he said and pointed his finger at himself and then straightening his back fixing his already fixed hair he sa continued in a formal tone which was completely different from the before one "so yeah your shift of work is finished highness, you can have a little break of 4 hours, go to your home and have a little good nap on the better mattress and also freashen up and you should be back at 1in the afternoon because you are his " he pointed his finger at the man , who laid on bed " So called 'personal nurse' " he streached the word personal nurse and then taking a breathe he continued "till that fuck sake of hours I would be taking care of your patients, so have no worries " He finally completed his words, while looking at Amara and at last giving her a nasty grin.
And in return Amara looked at him in a utter disgust, giving him side eye while muttering "this little devil" she walked back to take her cap and then walked out of the room while bumping her shoulder in the male who was standing outside purposly.
As she walked away she could hear the male behind her curse her and shouting about how he would definitely take his revenge and how she didn't know to treat her colleagues.
As she was descending the stairs, even in such rush in such a place where people were running from one compartment to another ,people cried for their loved ones, she felt someone calling her behind, she thought it was again 'Hugo', but to her surprise the voices got louder calling out 'Miss Amara'as she heard footsteps running towards her. She turned around to look at person who was walking towards her, sometimes even running .
She took a moment to look at the person, her brows furrowed in concentration as she tried hard to remember when she have seen the particular person.
The face of the man familiar but still seemed unfamiliar. As the man came to halt in front of her, now that he was in front of her Amara could clearly see his face. He looked in his late 20's .His hairs had curtain mullets, his eyes almond shaped most of all his lips they were smiling brightly making him look pretty, he wore a casual white shirt tucked denim jeans.
"Cute" Amara thought looking at the man. And then she said "Sorry, but I don't remember seeing you" Her voice was clear that she didn't remember seeing the man in front of her.
"Ah, that's okay " the man spoke , oh god that smile on his face, Amara wished if she could stop smiling just for once now it was really annoying to her. But the man he didn't knew Amara thoughts so he continued "You don't have to sorry because of it, we really haven't met more times, only once remember in the recent event the hospital conducted , I was in your team in the group of leading seniors, remember?" his voice was sweet not like Amara dull because of sleep. "He is probably a morning person" Amara thought.
When the said male spoke of the recent event, Amara brain clicked to that thought, ya she remember it now ,the man standing in front of her was a senior leading the group among other two seniors. But wait which recent event he was talking about it was almost 2 years ago, and also the man was from other hospital how come he is here? Amara seemed to confuse more.
"Ya, I remember but the event was two years ago" she said looking at the man with questionable gaze.
"Yes, but leave about it you remembered it that's enough, anyways myself Albrecht, I have been recently transferred here" the male spoke.
"Oh, so his name is Albrecht" Amara thought and then she spoke"Nice to meet you Mr. Albrecht, you already know my name. "she said while smiling awkwardly.
"Oh, yeah" Albrecht said making Amara to pardon. "Anyways I was here to ask you , would like to have the morning coffee with me in the nearby cafe, actually I was searching for a company , so if you please" he said and looked at Amara with hopefully.
"That's so sweet of you but I am sorry,I am really busy, I have just got a little break from my work , and also I am really tired " Amara spoke putting her priorities first.
"Oh, that's okay , anyways have a good rest. Well I will be looking forward to another meet. " Albrecht said and looking at Amara who mirrored his expression with a fake sweet smile and turned to walk away, Albrecht stayed rooten at his spot looking at Amara 's walking back until she was out of his sight, and then letting out a sight he went to his way.
Meanwhile with Amara ,she walked away and when she was finally out of the certain man's sight , she murmured to herself in a mocking voice "I will be looking forward to another meet" she mocked the words of Albrecht and then she wishpered "my ass another meet" she cursed under her breathe as she continued walking.
When she stepped out of the hospital, the cold breeze of the morning hitted her face making her let out sun she looked around herself everyone was busy , the scene was same as yesterday , soldiers grunting in pain, muffled prayers of crying people, streachers stained with blood. And on road people walked some with responsibility pressed on their shoulders and some with heavy bags in their hand,probably the food.
As Amara continue walking under the warm blue sky, she thought maybe she really needed a break from all those things, from those smell of sickness, from the cries of families to save their loved ones, and maybe from everything but even still one thing never left her thought, 'Volker' was he okay? , has he gained consciousness?, so many questions swirled in Amara's mind but maybe for now she will just shut them up and rest, she thought as she walked her way to home.