Dreaming Hero

It was a quiet Tuesday morning. He arrived at five A.M. to begin his shift, bidding those who’d worked the graveyard a good night as they passed. As a first-year student he was only qualified to do so much, but he’d been working in the hospital since he turned eighteen so the resident doctors were comfortable allowing him to do small tasks like changing IVs or dressing bandages.

( By eight o'clock most workers were already on their third cup of coffee )

"Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?"

( Peter blushed in embarrassment seconds after the words left his mouth )

"I didn't realise you were such a tease."

( Peter was at a loss for words )