Ivana found it a bit of an eyesore. Ernest had never done any of that for her. At most, he'd buy her some medicine and a bandage and back then, she had been unbelievably moved.
Once, she clung to Ernest, asking him to apply the medicine for her. But he said he couldn't because he was afraid of blood.
Now that she thought about it, that excuse had been far too obvious. A man who could sever someone's finger without blinking couldn't possibly be afraid of blood.
It was just that, at the time, Ivana hadn't been able to see through it. The difference in treatment between the real one and the stand-in, that was just how it was, Ivana told herself.
She stared at the photo for a moment. Hmm, it didn't bother her anymore. She even liked the post.
That night was particularly quiet. Only her phone buzzed constantly with cloud syncs and activity on her feed. Ivana worked late into the night. The nurse scolded her multiple times before she finally went to sleep.
By then, all her paperwork was filled out, her calls were made and all that was left was waiting for her visa.
The next day, Ivana lazily woke up when the sun was already high in the sky.