<em>If you asked me when I first began to study to be a nurse, "where will you be working?", the last place I could've imagined was this place.<br/><br/>You don't hear about this place unless someone tells you about it. I suppose it's fate. An internship at one place, and then a doctor discovers you. You begin to talk, you learn that the doctor is only a guest member of the staff. Six months later, I get the job offer. The pay is relatively better than the other nurse positions in the other hospitals.<br/><br/>"But you have to keep an open mind," he had said. "We often forget that the human mind and the human soul needs healing, too... are you willing to truly help those in need of such healing?"</em><br/><br/>Adele continued to work with Billie, feeling something not unlike a jolt of joy when she saw - and heard - that the helpless patient was possibly enjoying this, and it was something that Adele found reassuring. The final strokes ended with a gasp - she wasn't sure if it had been Billie or she who had gasped - and the dull white fluids that came out ran down her fingers. She knew the feeling - somewhat sticky and warm. She smiled again and looked at Billie, who seemed even more relaxed than before. Doctor Beauford's face almost beamed, it seemed, despite the tears that had found their way out of her eyes.<br/><br/>Adele retrieved a few tissues and wiped her hands. She then proceeded to clean Billie's groin and the surrounding area. She smiled at the patient and his doctor, and got up and washed her hands at the nearby sink. Yet another patient. As she washed her hands, she realized that her blood was flowing a bit faster than usual. She felt almost... flustered. She looked at Doctor Beauford, who was busy with helping Billie. She turned her head to the sink again, and dried her hands. She refused to look in the mirror. She coul never look at herself when she felt... this way.<br/><br/><em>It's all about my work. I devote it all to my job, to please others. I don't really have time with myself, do I? But it's better this way. How could I go back now, anyway? A normal life? I belong here. I like it here. It's better here. Much better.</em><br/><br/>She smiled to herself and decided to look at the mirror.<em>Next patient, please.</em>