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designated tasks.  “I’ve never seen a candy striper so engrossed in her work!” my supervisor laughed as I stripped the beds in empty rooms in record time.  “If only they were all like you!”
    Once I’d crossed off everything on my list, I raced down to Chris’s floor.  He was sitting in his room on the edge of his bed with his back to me, facing the window.  Sunlight was streaming in, illuminating his face. 
    When he heard me in the doorway, he didn’t turn around.  Instead, he gleefully informed me, “I haven’t been able to be in the sun comfortably since before my infection. But look!  The light sensitivity is finally starting to go away!”
    “That’s great!”  I sat down beside him on the bed and noticed he was wearing a pair of dark sunglasses.  “Nice shades,” I told him.  “They suit you.” 
    He made a smug face and flexed his arm.  “Do I look as cool as I obviously am?” 
    “Well you don’t look like an idiot,” I retorted, “so no, your appearance does not match your personality.”  There was something refreshing about being able to trade insults with Chris; it was probably the knowledge that there was no actual malice behind our words. 
    “ That’s very kind of you.  So uh…notice anything else different about me?” he asked.
    It took me a moment to realize that behind his sunglasses, Chris’s bandages were gone.  I froze.  “C – can you see me?” I asked in alarm.
    “You’re the prettiest blurry blob I’ve ever seen,” he replied as he sprawled out on the bed.
    It took everything I had not to let out a sigh of relief.  I wasn’t ready for him to see me yet …or ever.  Not when he was the one person who didn’t judge me based on my appearance.  That was rare and, selfishly, I didn’t want to give it up.
    “ I met with the ophthalmologist this morning,” Chris informed me.  “He said things are looking good, although he wasn’t too pleased about me sneaking out of the hospital last night.  I got a bit of a lecture when he found out about it.  Whoops.”
    “I’m sorry.”
    “Don’t be.  I’m not.  He was just annoyed that he stopped by after surgery last night and I wasn’t here, so he had to come back a second time.  Besides, it was worth it!”  He grinned and nudged me in the side with his elbow.  “After all, it meant I got to eat my weight in cheesecake and go on a date with you.”
    Chris reached out to me so I gave him my hand.  He pulled me down on the bed next to him.  “You sound tired,” he told me, as perceptive as ever.  “Lay down with me…rest.” 
    It felt strange to lie in bed next to him.  I’d never been in bed with a man in my life, not even fully clothed as Chris and I were.  But it did feel good to put my feet up after another long shift wearing those horrible, ugly, uncomfortable shoes, so I stayed put, staring at the back of Chris’s head and wondering if it was his shampoo that smelled so good.
    He lowered his voice and in a dramatic stage whisper, jokingly informed me, “ I tried to cop a feel toward the end of the night, you know, but unfortunately I discovered I was groping a fat man’s face instead of your boobs.  The good news is your boobs probably aren’t as hairy as I was momentarily led to believe.”
    I immediately reddened.  “It wasn’t a date,” I retorted a little too quickly , feeling myself getting defensive.  Then, just for good measure, I added, “You’re such a creep.”  I tried to keep my tone light because I knew Chris wouldn’t be able to see the panic in my eyes.  Maybe I could fool him.
    “Hey, come on now, you know I’m just playing around.  Did I seriously offend you?”
    “No,” I admitted, feeling my heart rate slow a bit.
    “Good.  I like that I can say anything to you.” 
    “So what did the doctor say about your eyes, exactly?” I demanded.
    He waved his hand dismissively.  “Eyes schmeyes,” he replied.  “They’re going to try