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MidReal Story
The Secret Love Between A Young Nurse And A Rogue On The Run
Scenario:Меня зовут Гевхи. Мне 17 лет и я медсестра в общине палачей. Я мечтаю о большой любви. Я влюбилась в брокера чёрного рынка по имени Катце. Я начала всё время о нём думать. Я пришла в ангар кораблей и начала проверять системы своего космического шаттла. Внезапно я остановилась, вспомнив, как работала в больнице на родной планете, когда прогрессировала эпидемия белой чумы
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Gehvi
She is a 17yearold nurse working in a community of executioners. She is compassionate, determined, and headstrong. Gehvi was trained as a doctor at the hospital on her home planet when the white plague hit, leaving her with a deepseated fear of loss. She fell for Katze, a 25yearold black market broker, and dreams of a future beyond execution duties. Gehvi's close relationship with her father is pivotal, as he was her rock after her mother's death.
Gehvi's Father
He is Gehvi's adoptive father and a former executioner on the planet Xanadu. He is protective, wise, and supportive. He took Gehvi under his care after her mother passed away when she was six years old. Her father became her paternal figure, guiding her through the loss and helping her grow into a compassionate young woman. His relationship with Gehvi is strong and built on trust and understanding, providing her with stability amidst turmoil.
Katze
He is a 25yearold black market broker on the planet Xanadu. He is charismatic, secretive, and resourceful. Katze is Gehvi's hidden love, and their secret affair threatens to upend his life and plans to leave Xanadu. Despite his wealthy background, Katze prefers the anonymity of his job, allowing him to move undetected in the shadows. His personality and allure keep Gehvi enthralled, even as she contemplates their differing ages and future prospects.
My name is Gehvi.
I am 17 years old.
I work as a nurse in the community of executioners.
I fell in love with a 25-year-old black market broker.
I never thought that my life would change so much because of this love.
I began to think about him all the time, and my work started suffering.
I went to the ship hangar and started checking the systems of my space shuttle, but I did not know what I was doing.
Suddenly, I stopped and just stood there, looking at the control panel in front of me.
In the hangar, I continued staring at the control panel, lost in my thoughts.
I did not know how long I had been standing there when I heard footsteps approaching.
I looked up and saw Katze walking towards me.
He looked concerned as he came closer.
"How are you?"
Katze asked gently, his voice filled with worry.
"I'm fine," I replied, trying to sound convincing.
But Katze knew me well enough to see through my facade.
He stepped closer and placed a hand on my shoulder, his touch warm and comforting.
"You don't seem fine," he said softly.
"What's wrong?"
Katze's hand remained on my shoulder, his touch a reminder of his presence.
I took a deep breath and tried to gather my thoughts.
"I don't know," I said finally, looking down at the control panel again.
"It's just... I've been thinking about the past a lot lately."
Katze nodded understandingly.
"Tell me about it," he said, his voice soft and encouraging.
I closed my eyes for a moment, remembering the long hours I had spent at the hospital on my home planet.
The endless stream of patients, the lack of appreciation from the doctors and nurses, and the constant fear of contracting the white plague that had ravaged our world.
I opened my eyes and looked back at Katze.
"I used to work at the hospital," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
"It was... hard. The doctors and nurses didn't appreciate me, and I was always afraid of getting sick."
Katze listened intently, his eyes filled with concern.
"I'm sorry," he said softly.
"That must have been very difficult for you."
I nodded, feeling a lump form in my throat.
"It was," I said, my voice cracking.
"But I kept going. I knew that I had to do something to help people." Katze nodded again, his expression softening.
"You're a good person," he said gently.
"I know you did your best."
I smiled weakly, feeling a sense of gratitude towards him.
"Thank you," I said softly.
"It means a lot to me that you understand."
Katze's hand remained on my shoulder, offering comfort and support.
I took a deep breath and continued to tell him about my past.
I explained how I had worked long hours at the hospital, often going without breaks or rest.
I told him about the fear of contracting the white plague, a disease that had ravaged our world and left many people suffering.
As I spoke, Katze listened intently, his eyes filled with concern.
He could see the pain in my eyes, and he knew that I was struggling to come to terms with my past.
I paused for a moment, gathering my thoughts before continuing.
"There was someone I worked with," I said slowly.
"A friend."
Katze nodded, encouraging me to continue.
"She was a good person," I said, remembering her smile and her kind nature.
"We worked together every day, and she became like a sister to me."
Katze's grip on my shoulder tightened slightly, sensing that something was wrong.
"What happened to her?"
I took a deep breath before answering.
"She got sick," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
"The white plague."
I continued, my voice trembling slightly.
"It was a terrible disease, and it affected so many people."
Katze nodded sympathetically, his eyes filled with understanding.
"I can't imagine how difficult it must have been for you."
I took a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts before continuing.
"She was a kind and compassionate person," I said slowly.
"She always put others before herself, and she worked tirelessly to help those in need."
Katze's hand remained on my shoulder, offering silent support as I spoke.
"She was an inspiration to everyone around her," I continued.
"But the white plague was too much for her."
Katze's grip on my shoulder tightened slightly, sensing that something was wrong.
"What happened?"
I paused for a moment, gathering my courage before answering.
"She couldn't take it anymore," I said finally, my voice barely above a whisper.
"The pain and suffering of the patients were too much for her."
Katze's eyes widened in shock as he realized what I was saying.
"She took her own life," I said slowly, my voice filled with sadness.
Katze's expression softened, and he pulled me into a gentle embrace.
"I'm so sorry, Gehvi," he whispered, his voice filled with empathy.
"I had no idea you were carrying such a heavy burden."
I leaned into his chest, his arms wrapped securely around me.
The cold metal of the control panel pressed against my back, but I didn't care.
I closed my eyes and let the tears fall freely, soaking into his shirt.
The dim lighting of the hangar cast long shadows around us, but I felt safe in Katze's arms.
His steady heartbeat against my ear drowned out the ambient hum of machinery in the hangar.
As I cried, Katze held me tightly, his hands gently stroking my hair.
Slowly, my tears began to subside, leaving behind damp spots on his shirt.
When I finally opened my eyes, I saw Katze looking down at me with concern etched on his face.
"Are you okay?" he asked softly.
I nodded, taking a deep breath to steady myself.
"Yeah," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I'm sorry," he said again, his voice filled with regret.
"I had no idea you were carrying this burden."
I smiled weakly, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside me.
"It's not your fault," I said finally.
"I just... needed to talk about it."
Katze nodded understandingly, his eyes filled with compassion.
"You can always talk to me," he said softly.
"About anything."
I felt a lump form in my throat as I looked at him.
"Thank you," I said finally, my voice filled with gratitude.
Katze's hand continued to stroke my hair, offering comfort and solace. As we stood there in the hangar, surrounded by the hum of machinery and the distant sounds of activity outside, I felt a sense of peace wash over me.
The weight of my past still lingered, but with Katze by my side, I knew that I could face it head-on.
Eventually, Katze gently pulled away from our embrace and looked down at me with a smile on his face.
"You look better," he said softly.
"Thanks to you," I replied gratefully.
He nodded and turned back to the control panel in front of us.
"Let's finish checking the systems," he said matter-of-factly.
I nodded and stepped forward to join him, feeling a sense of renewed purpose wash over me.
Together, we worked side by side, our movements fluid and synchronized as we went through the checklist of tasks to ensure that everything was functioning properly. The hangar was dimly lit, with only a few overhead lights illuminating the space shuttle in front of us.
While I ran diagnostics at the control panel, I noticed my cat pawing frantically at a loose panel near the navigation controls.
The panel was slightly ajar, and my cat was meowing insistently.
I frowned, wondering why the panel was open.
I walked over to the navigation controls and knelt down to investigate.
When I pried the panel open, I was greeted by a mess of frayed wiring underneath.
My heart sank as I realized that this was not a simple issue.
I gently pulled on the damaged wiring, trying to assess the extent of the problem.
My cat meowed again, as if sensing that something was wrong.
Suddenly, Katze appeared beside me, his expression concerned.
"What's going on?" he asked.
"I think we have a problem with the navigation system," I replied, my voice steady despite the worry building inside me.
Katze peered into the exposed wiring and frowned.
"That doesn't look good."
He reached out to examine it more closely.
"It looks like there's been some kind of power surge."
I nodded grimly.
"This could be serious."
Katze stood up and walked over to the navigation computer.
He quickly accessed the system and scanned for any errors.
After a few tense moments, he turned back to me with a serious expression. "It's not just the wiring," he said gravely.
"The entire navigation system is compromised. We're going to need replacement parts."
My stomach sank as I processed the news.
This was not what we needed right now.
"Can we find them?"
I asked, hoping against hope that there was a solution.
Katze shook his head slowly.
"I don't think so. These parts are specialized and hard to come by."
I gripped the damaged wiring tightly, feeling frustration wash over me.