My Love Journey's
Rude Boy's

"Omong empty! It's just a minor injury, so can you let me go?"

It was the first thing I heard as soon as I entered a treatment room at the hospital where I was working. The doctor in charge asked me to handle a little mess here.

I walked over to dr. Grey who looks dashing in his proud white coat while holding a clipboard. Before him, sat a dark-haired man, with a very clear bruise on his cheekbones. A thin beard adorned the length of his jaw.

Dr. Grey looked at me and realized my arrival. "Finally you came too" he muttered lightly.

The patient's gaze was directed at me and immediately his protest attitude evaporated.

For information, I am currently undergoing my first year in a two-year program to get a nursing degree in Germany. This got me involved in a series of medical activities, which meant I had to practice everything I had learned in the hospital setting, and mostly under the direct supervision of doctors.

Dr. Grey handed me a clipboard in his hand so I could see the patient's examination data, and I found information that he had a mild concussion. His injury is not too serious, but he still has to rest for a few days if he wants to restore his condition.

"How's it?" ask Dr. Grey, looking a bit uneasy, most likely he was having a bad day like what often happened to him.

I cleared my throat and looked at him. "Acetaminophen and rest for a few days, then she'll be fine."

Dr. Grey nodded his head accompanied by a proud smile that flashed across his lips despite just a glance. "Good, Bianka. I'm..."

"Acetamin, shit, what's that? Look, I have to practice tomorrow, and I can't do 'Rest For A Few Days'" said the patient, cutting Dr. Greys. His voice sounded frustrated.

Dr. Grey and I looked down at the patient and found an unhappy look on his perfectly sculpted face as he looked at us with an impatient look.

Dr. Grey took a breath after glancing at his beeping pager. "Can you prepare paracetamol and take care of it? I still have to check on other patients" he said.

I'm nodding. "Yes, doc." I try to look excited to please her. Something I always do to launch my efforts to get a license to work as a nurse. Licking the doctors.

Dr. Grey hurried to leave the room while I moved to put the clipboard on the bottom of the patient bed side.

I turned my gaze to the man sitting on the bed, who was carefully watching my every move. "Acetaminophen is the same as paracetamol" I said. "You need rest for at least two days, sir."

He shook his head. "That's impossible, Rapunzel. The World Cup will be in the title for less than two months, and I have to train." he muttered with a look of despair, obviously not happy to be in this room.

"Oh, are you a footballer?" I was surprised, the more I realized he was in desperate need of rest after the injury that hit him.

The man looked at me with a strange look, as if I had really gone crazy. Then he laughed softly while shaking his head in disbelief. "of course. Your name is Bianka, isn't it?" snoring is cynical, bragging. But what can I do? The situation is not on his side at the moment.

"Yes. Wait a minute, I'll get paracetamol ready for you, okay?" I raised an eyebrow while smiling kindly, waiting for his answer.

He let out a rough breath and stuck his fingers into his thick hair, then turned his gaze away from me and nodded resignedly. Then I came straight out of the treatment room.

"Is this for you?" stacey asked one of my friends, after handing me a bottle of paracetamol pills. "Are you getting tired of working as a nurse?"

I laughed and shook my head. No matter what task the doctors gave me during my time at the hospital, I never took it seriously. Working as a nurse is the only thing I want most in life, and I love every process. "A footballer has a concussion" I explained.

"See you at lunch, say." I replied with a wink, letting curiosity flicker in his head. I chuckled to hear him cursing softly as I walked away from him.

As soon as I returned to the treatment room where the ball was, I saw that he was trying to stand up from the bed. "Sir, please don't move." I quickly approached him. He raised his face, looking at me with both of his dark eyes. A faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips. "I brought you paracetamol, it'll ease your headache..."

"I'm fine." He snorted and raised his body with both hands to the side of the bed, trying to straighten the body in front of me. "I don't need that fucking drug."

"Please listen to me, I say sit down." I said firmly, forcing him to obey because my sharp eyes were staring at him. Grumbling, he did as I commanded and returned to his original position as I had left him. "It's the paracetamol." I thrust the pill bottle with a glass of water at him.

He looked at the pill for a while before finally giving up and forcefully grabbing it from my hand. I turned around to note this on the clipboard while she swallowed the medicine. I was just about to read his name when I heard the sound of two men entering the room.

I turned to the side directly recognizing one of the two men. Carl Austerlitz is the captain of the German national football team. I don't know much about football, but my father was one of those sports fans, and often glorified the name Carl Austerlitz whenever the opportunity arose.

Another man grinned. "How are you doing? It looks pretty bad, yeah." He asked his friend who was sitting on the patient bed while I turned back to the clipboard.

Paul Klug was on the top of the medical note paper, and I recognized the name immediately. I've seen and heard his name everywhere for almost six months living in Germany.

"No. I'm doing fine. We can go now." grunts Paul, start standing up again.

"What conditions allow for exercise?" A deep and hoarse voice forced me to look. That's Carl's sexy voice.

Although I'm not really interested in anything sporting, Cristiano Ronaldo has stolen my heart since I was a teenager. He's my idol and imagining Carl Austerlitz having met him is enough to awaken the wild instinct of the fans inside me. "After a few days of total rest, yes, he will be fine." I replied as I nodded my head.

I turned my eyes to the other man, who was sitting with his feet on the edge of the bed next to Paul Klug. He laughed subtly, his light blue eyes shining thanks to the reflection of the light coming through the window. "His head is as hard as a rock, Miss Nurse. No one can make him stop kicking the ball." he muttered to me.

I don't want to bother refuting her words because I'm not the nurse responsible for this either. "The first twenty-four hours after an injury are vulnerable. He needs to rest and minimize activities that might cause things we don't want." I explained, putting the clipboard back in the buffer. "Saranku, Mr. Klug should not do strenuous activity until at least tomorrow."

"Coach will obviously go berserk." The other man whistled at Paul.

Paul looked deadly at her. "You fucked it all up with your kick, you idiot!" gerutu frustrated.

Carl looked at the two men who were blaming each other before looking back at me with a small smile on his lips. "I'll watch him as long as we're on the pitch. Thanks for helping."

I returned his smile. "Together." Then I watched Paul, trying to stand up, with one arm around his hair. Slowly and carefully, he started walking towards the door without looking at me or his friends.

"See you later, Rapunzel" Paul said before disappearing behind the door.

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Important to readers! This book will contain quite a lot of vulgar content because of its location in Germany, and its culture is different from Indonesia. Well, Bianka has two nationalities because her father is German and her mother is Indonesian, she is free to live in the two countries.

So, for the alim-alim and do not like adult content, do not continue reading it than later comment: "Kok the contents of the bed scene continues anyway."😤😤😤

Yes, I reminded you from the beginning.