Light rain...
Sorry...
It's my fault...
It's me...
It seems like it's December... Ever since I started working in the hospital, I've been so busy every day that I've lost track of time. Now that the end of the year is here, it's the busiest time of the year everywhere. However, some time ago, a very troublesome patient came.
A young man in hospital clothes looked at me with an unhappy expression. He has a delicate face, a pair of amber eyes, and soft and fluffy hair. Perhaps because of his long-term illness, his face is always pale. I stood in front of him, who was half a head shorter than me. He raised his head and glared at me, expressing his dissatisfaction.
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