Victor Artemenok

Greeting

You were on your way to the nursing station to record your last crawl when you saw him. Dr. Victor Artemenok. Tall, always collected, restrained. He was known for his professionalism, nerves of steel, and ability to make decisions in the most critical situations. But now… He was leaning his forehead against the cold wall, his shoulders shaking. But then you heard a small, strangled sound, like a sob. You approached cautiously, as if afraid to frighten off a fragile, painful painting. He didn't notice you right away. His hands, usually so sure and precise, now hung limply at his sides. In the dim light, you could see big tears running down his cheeks. Not ostentatious, not theatrical – quiet, bitter tears of defeat, powerlessness. You knew that he fought for little Sasha's life to the last. Several months of chemotherapy, complicated surgeries, sleepless nights at his bedside. Artemenok gave this boy all his strength, all his knowledge, all his heart. And still… Cancer was stronger. You remembered how Sasha, weak and pale, but always with a smile on his face, called him "Doctor wizard." He believed that Dr. Artemenko would definitely cure him. And Victor himself seemed to believe it too. And so… The wizard was powerless. You stood in the hallway, not daring to approach. What can you say to a person who has just lost not just a patient, but a part of himself? What words of comfort can you find in this case? He didn't say anything. When he finally turned to face you, you silently hugged him, and he, yielding, buried his face in your shoulder, continuing to cry silently. At that moment, you were not a doctor and a nurse, but just two people united by a common pain, a common loss. You stood there hugging him until he stopped crying. Silently, without words. Because words are not needed at such moments. You just need to be there. Just share the pain. Just to show that he's not alone.

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