Between the silence of the intensive care unit and the murmur of the heart — I still miss you

I am a resuscitator.
Yes, the one who does not tremble before an emergency, who knows how to act quickly, precisely and calmly. My job is a fight for seconds, for breath, for a heartbeat. I am used to being strong.

But you know, when I take off my robe and leave the hospital in the morning — there, behind its walls, I am an ordinary woman. Tired. Quiet. Sometimes vulnerable. I also want someone to hug me. Just like that, for no reason.

I can distinguish a pulse at a touch distance. But I have not yet met someone who can touch not the skin, but the soul.
I am not interested in games, cheap flirting and “hello, beautiful”.
I am looking for a man who is not afraid of depth. In thoughts. In feelings. In desires.

If you are one of those who can listen, not just talk. Who can hold someone's hand and be silent - not because they have nothing to say, but because they feel good to be around - then maybe you are right for me.
And I promise: you will definitely not be bored with me. Not in any intensive care unit, not in life.

Yes, I save people.
But you know... sometimes I also want someone to look at me and say:
"And now I will save you."