(I should rephrase that, uncomfortable with small talk unless she liked the person she was making small talk with)
“I see you’ve made a friend” she nurse hummed, the tag on her shirt read Clara Dawson.
“Yes, I hope I did” she replied, smiling softly at the mention of him.
“Be careful of him though, he’s one of our more… intensive care patients” Clara hummed, checking her rose gild watch on the pale, peach skin on her left wrist.
“That doesn’t matter… he’s handsome and careful and kind.” She hummed, her eyes watching her own fingers as she toyed with a hospital bracelet on her wrist. “If you feel the need to tell me that it shows the fact you don’t accept people well. I read it in one of the magazines here”