[ It's Vasiliy's turn to break eye contact, his own equally dark irises flitting to the side, as though he has anything to apologize for. Now that the man's regaining his bearings, he's clearly realizing that there's not really a logical explanation for why an EMT should be in one hospital room all night, at least not one that falls within the prescribed duties of Vasiliy's position. The reality's not particularly surprising, or at least he assumes it wouldn't be to someone like Veshnyakov.
He wanted to meet a Hero of the Soviet Union. A real cosmonaut, someone who went to the beyond and came back alive... even if only barely. And he was worried—it didn't sit well with him that someone who had given so much to his country should just be left unattended like any other patient. ]
Yes. My shift was over and they're short-staffed. I had nowhere else to be so I said I'd watch you.
[ He says it as though he was asked to, or as though in a more general sense it was brought up that someone should. In reality, he'd volunteered, but that's neither here nor there. ]
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He wanted to meet a Hero of the Soviet Union. A real cosmonaut, someone who went to the beyond and came back alive... even if only barely. And he was worried—it didn't sit well with him that someone who had given so much to his country should just be left unattended like any other patient. ]
Yes. My shift was over and they're short-staffed. I had nowhere else to be so I said I'd watch you.
[ He says it as though he was asked to, or as though in a more general sense it was brought up that someone should. In reality, he'd volunteered, but that's neither here nor there. ]