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Cries and shouts of exploded throughout the medical tents. Nurses were scrambling past with clipboards and bags full of blades, injured fighters rested along the floors and walls. One nurse in particular was in a hurry, a soldier that had been brought in recently fell into a coma, barely hanging on. This nurse has been told to take care of this fighter full time. He is seen as important to everyone, so why hasn't Vegeta been told his name yet? It's his patient! But it can't be helped, he'd rather be in a coma himself than be interested in someone elses life.
Vegeta entered the small closed off section of the medical tent for those in need of intensive care. The only walls being the flimsy curtains, with an uncomfortable looking bed smack in the center, surrounded with various life support devices and tubes pumping medicine into the patients veins. The patient... He seemed extremely off to Vegeta.
He took a good look at him. The nurse felt a kind vibe envelope him, a soft but pained look on the fighter's face. He didn't know how to feel about his knew 24-7 pal, but he started with checking the temperature of... whatever his name is. Vegeta looked at him with a thinking glare..how about..um.. Kakarot? The name was one that the nurse had heard before, and it seemed to fit. Kakarot...Kaka- okay enough of that. Vegeta scrambled for fresh blankets and tucked them around Kakarot. The nurse didn't seem to notice anything needed adjusted or changed, since a previous nurse had done just about everything for him already. Vegeta was only in charge of monitoring him, other nurses and doctors would come to make sure everything is functional.
The nurse sat down upon a plastic chair, placed in the small room just for him, and looked around. It wasn't long before he couldn't help but inspect Kakarot's face. He was still coated in sut and soil from the outdoors, his hair was an uncombed mess with dirt smeared in the thick black strands. Vegeta stood and soaked a small hand towel with the nearby sink, and scrubed Kakarot's face as gently as possible. He then set a dry towel under the unconscious man's head and filled a pail with clean water. The nurse massaged the dirt out of his hair, mentally enraged to find himself ever showing such affection to someone. Maybe it was pity..
He dumped the bucket now filled with dark, mucky water out onto the grass, ignoring the stange stares from the fighters resting outside. The short nurse huffed to himself and hurried back to his patient's room. Ever since all of the female recuits started pouring in, the men began to shift around to tougher position to strengthen other areas of importance. A male nurse was now a bit out of place. But Vegeta was forced to stay as an aide for the sake of documenting the feed he recieved from this perspective of the war. Hours ticked by with no change of behavior from Kakarot. The only sounds were the whirring of the machines along with the monitor's beeping. Kakarot's breathe was steady, he seemed so vulnerable like this, to imagine him being an elite fighter seemed impossible.
Vegeta's train of thought was interrupted by the curtain being jarshly pulled to the side and a woman peeking her head through. "The head doctor said that you can leave for the day if you wish. Though you are welcome to stay here, to be blunt I think staying in these areas is much better and cleaner than the tents we get. But uhm...That should be all, bye for now." And she left as quickly as she came. Clean was an overstatement.
The nurse quickly stood and gathered his things, he looked to the sleeping fighter and left the tent. He was not going to stay in the sick people tent, nope, not this man. It would be too weird for him to handle, even thought his roommate wouldn't know he's there. Or would he? Vegeta wondered all the way to his tent, with many others already resting inside, about Kakarot. Is he even aware in his state? Can he hear and feel and does he try to speak to me?
The short nurse tried his best to shake his thoughts of this mystery patient and slipped under the thin blankets that failed to provide him with warmth. His attempts failed, as his dreams consisted of what Kakarot would look and sound like fully awake.
The next two weeks came and went with the same routine, check the machines and refill supplies, and clean the area for his unconscious patient. It was awfully boring, but he was still sure to get the job done, documenting every moment. Vegeta even learned Kakarot's real name from one of the nurses. It was Goku, but the short nurse still preferred Kakatot. He still had dreams of Kakarot, too. He didn't understand why, it was unnecessary. He hates that he even began to care for his patient, mumbling to him when he was sure no one else was nearby, fixing his sheets and his clothes, even looking at him for lengthy amounts of time, having to slap himself or stomp away whenever he caught himself.
It was hard for him not to care . The mumblings the warrior emitted in his sleep, the sudden drops and rises in health. And especially the guy's reputation. While Vegeta desperately wanted to hate him in spite of it all, he just couldn't help but respect him, even though he didn't even know the guy placed into his care.
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