Letters from the Warfront

When Emma first met Lucas, he was just another patient in her care. He had been in a car accident, leaving him with a broken leg and several bruises. Emma was used to seeing injured people, but something about Lucas struck her. He had an infectious smile, even when he was in pain. Over the weeks of treatment, she would spend hours by his side, helping him through physical therapy and small tasks he couldn’t manage on his own. They shared laughs, small conversations, and moments of silence that felt oddly intimate. One evening, as she adjusted his IV, Lucas looked at her and said, “You know, I think you’re the reason I’m getting better.” Emma chuckled, but her heart skipped a beat. She had never felt this way about a patient before, but it was clear: