Saturday afternoon.

Natasha.

How quickly the hour passes when you wish you had more time to prepare. After a long day of work and very little rest, the day arrived that, with many nerves, I was waiting for. I don't quite remember the time I arrived, but I can assure you that it was early morning and I was dead sleepy. Nathan and I text each other until I go into my last surgery. In my breaks I tried to answer as much as I could. I wanted to talk to him longer, but circumstances prevented it, even if I fought against her. Nate asked me to write to him when he got home, since I usually leave the hospital very late. He just got worried and I found it quite sweet of him. He said it didn't matter what time it was and even though he was asleep, he wanted to make sure that I was safe sometime in the morning.

Did I already say that that gesture where he cares about me seemed cute to me? Well, he does and I'm really not sure what I feel about him, but I like being with his company and most of