didn't get along. I remember my first days at the hospital, and the first time I bumped into Pedro in the hallway, I fell in love with him right away, even without him even

a. I don't know where my head was. I lowered my head, trying to hide my embarrassment. A mature and handsome man like him would never have agreed to go out with me. - I love coffee. I looked at him, surprised. - Are you serious? - I arched my eyebrow, staring. - Why not? - he shrugged - Does my age prevent us from having a coffee? I denied it. - No, but... - I started, but he interrupted. - What? give up? I denied it. - I believe you have something more interesting to do. How to date the woman you want, for example. - Of course I didn't say that out loud. - I think you... - he stopped talking the second his phone rang, leaving him scrambling to answer it - I need to answer this. His eyes saddened when he looked at me. He got up hurriedly, picked up his belongings and left without even saying goodbye. The worst thing is that I could even imagine what his life is like, most of the salud doctors were always saying that they had no life left after their profession. I'm starting to feel it too. But I don't have to worry about any emergency calls for the next few days, since I'm on sick leave. I faced the coffee table and started to gather the rest of our dinner little by little, cleaning everything up. I kept the rest of the food that was in the basket, in the fridge so it wouldn't spoil, and went into the bathroom with everything, analyzing my reflection in detail in the mirror. I'm horrible. Now, I could perfectly understand Pedro running out of the house without saying goodbye. I looked frighteningly like a hospital. I closed the bathroom door, throwing the rest of my clothes in the basket and went into the shower, trying to regain my dignity under the shower, after having spent the last few hours in the hospital. My lip trembled, now seeing more clearly the purple stains spread all over my arm. - Why can't I remember? - I complained, in the midst of crying. My head started to hurt again, so I hurried to finish washing the rest of my head, remembering that today I'll be able to rest a lot and tomorrow I'll be able to take advantage of my sick leave day to review some p