My Valentine’s Day gift

She’s an erudite, pretty, eloquent, courteous girl and if I portray her as anything more, you’ll think I’m exaggerating.

I feel dizzy and look a bit run-down, as I’ve been lying on the same bed in a hospital for a fortnight. There’re more than 10 beds in here. It’s 11pm. Almost every patient is asleep, but relatives of some patients are still keeping a vigil. I look around. Luckily, my most beloved mother isn't around. Two nurses of my age are continually talking to their boyfriends on the phone. I’m wondering why nurses speak politely to high-class patients only and give them special attention. But there is one who is completely different from the rest. Every patient feels good when she is here.