The Soldier and the Nurse

Her hair is tied up in a messy, but sexy bun supported by a blue bandanna, which made her stand out to him in the first place. This will have been only the third time he's met her but he can't take his eyes off of her. Underneath the blood stained and baggy rags she's wearing and has wrapped around her he sees something soft and elegant. They step outside away from the moans and screams to get some air. The air is cold and stings their lungs but they bare with it. They find two chairs scattered about the rubble, they barely even stand but it will do. As they sit he notices that she starts reaching for something in her pocket.
"Chocolate?"
He doesn't say anything, but stares at her hands. As she begins to peal the foil away from the chocolate bar, he can't but focus on the blood crusted onto her skin and finger nails. He laughs under his breath.
"What?"
"Your hands."
She looks done at her hands clumsily, "My hands?"
"You are a good nurse."
"No, no. I never want to treat a wounded man again. I would rather work in a butcher shop."
"But your touch... it calms people. This is a gift from God."
"No." shaking her head, "God would never give something so painful."
Tears begin to glaze over her eyes thinking about the men she has treated in the past. The pain in their voices, the eagerness in their screams asking for the sweet release of death. She shakes her head in attempt to shake these memories burned into her mind. It's no use.
"NURSE!" a voice screams from inside.
She rushes in frantically while trying to tie her hair back with the blue bandanna. He sits there alone, reminiscing again about her bandanna. This is the last time that they will meet. Love fluttered it's wings oh so gently for a brief moment in time, but in another moment just the same it's gone.