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The Beautiful Nurse in the ETU

Yesterday, I saw the most beautiful male nurse I have ever seen. Beautiful is the right word, I think. Not handsome. He was of medium build, with a head full of unruly curls. Not tall. I think it was his hair that grabbed my attention first. I was standing close enough to notice a few tattoos too, though most of them were covered, so I couldn't make out what they were. He also had a nose that qualified to be Sherlock Holmes' nose. This was at the ETU. One of my uncles, who lives down our lane, had a fall and knocked his head. There had been a lot of blood, so his wife called us. As the responsible adult that I am, I immediately told my father. The two of us rushed over and took him to the ETU. Two years ago, I got a concussion after hitting my head while trying to rescue a cat. So we've learnt a lesson or two about why head injuries should never be taken lightly. I stayed with my uncle while all the procedures were being done. That's when I encountered thi...

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