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我踏着月色而来，悄悄地，带着好多爱。
让星光引路。风儿帮我装载，送给那孤独的追求者和困惑失落的人们。让那种暖暖的爱在我们的身边传递，久久存在。
“Hey, nurse!”
A man’s voice, loud and gruff1,was coming from room 254.I was taking a shortcut through the telemetry2 unit after another busy day in the critical care unit.These weren’t my patients, so I kept going.
“Yo, blondie3.”
I stopped and looked around.No other nurses were in sight, so I went to the doorway of room 254 and glanced in.A large man with a big, friendly face was sitting up in the bed.He spoke before I had a chance to open my mouth. “Do you remember me?You were my nurse on the fourth floor.”
“I’m sorry, sir, but I work in the critical care unit.You must have me confused with someone else.”
I smiled, wished him a good afternoon and turned to go on my way.His booming4 voice stopped me again.
“No, wait a minute.”He started snapping his fingers.“Your name is... oh, let me think...”
I turned around to see him looking up at the ceiling, a half smile on his face.Then he looked back at me.
“Jackie, right?You’ve got a long blond ponytail5, don’t you?”
I was dumbfounded6.
“Yes.” I said, peeking7 at my chest to make sure I’d taken off my name tag.(I had.)I reached back and touched the tightly braided8 bun9 on the back of my head.Then I studied his face, looking for something that might trigger10 my memory.His eyes were cool, blue and shiny.Curly salt-and-pepper hair framed his face.
“I’m sorry.I don’t work on the fourth floor, and I just don’t remember you.”
“That’s all right, Jackie.I’m just glad I got to see you again.You came into my room about three weeks ago.My heart stopped dead on me and you put those paddles on my chest.I remember you shouting out all these technical sounding words, telling everybody to clear the way.Then you took those paddles and you shocked me back to life.”
Suddenly it dawned on me: I had been in his room for a code I’d forgotten about.He was a different person then—unresponsive, with dilated11 pupils and a red and blue face.
“Who told you I helped you that day?” I asked, my curiosity pulling me into his room.
He laughed and looked back up at the ceiling.
“Nobody told me.I was up on that ceiling there watching you.That’s how I saw your long, blonde ponytail.And when you turned to look at the monitor, I saw your beautiful face.I’m so glad I got to see you again.”
He looked down at me, his smile gone.I could see he was struggling with his emotions.
“I wanted to say thanks.Thanks so much...”
Every time I pass room 254 now, a warm feeling wells up inside me.I am grateful for the shortcut I took that day, and for the fact that I answered the call of “Hey, nurse!”
Hey， Nurse...
“嗨，护士！”
一个男人高而粗的声音从254号病房传来。我刚结束了特护区繁忙的一天，正抄近道穿过自动测量记录传导科。因为这些不是我的病人，所以，我继续向前走去。
“嘿，那个金发女孩。”
我停住脚步，四下看了看。这里除了我之外，没有别的护士。于是，我走到254号病房门口，往里瞥了一眼。只见一个四方大脸、神色友善的大个子男人坐在床上。还没等我开口，他就抢先说道：“你还记得我吗？你是我住在四楼病房时的护士。”
“对不起，先生。不过，我是在重病区的看护病房里工作。你一定是把我和某个人弄混了。”
我微笑着，并祝他下午愉快，然后转身继续走我的路。但他那粗粗的声音再一次让我停住了脚步。
“不，等一下，”他打了个响指，“你的名字叫……噢，让我想一想……”
我转身面对着他，看见他瞅着天花板，脸上露出似笑非笑的表情。然后，他转过头来看着我。
“你叫杰姬，对吗？扎着一个长长的金色马尾辫，对不对？”
我目瞪口呆。
“是的。”我说，低头瞥了一眼胸口，看自己是否把姓名标牌摘下来了（我已经摘下来了）。我又把手伸向后脑勺摸了摸，感觉到发辫被紧紧地用丝网罩在脑后。这时，我开始观察他的脸，试图寻找某些特征，以便有可能想起他。他的眼睛是蓝色的，明亮而冷静，花白的卷发很自然地将他的面庞勾勒出来。
“对不起，我不记得你，并且我不在四楼工作。”
“没关系，杰姬。只是再次见到你让我很高兴。大约三个星期前你来过我的病房。当时我的心脏停止了跳动，你把那些控制手柄放在我的胸口。我记得你大叫着——听起来好像是一些专业名词——让每一个人做准备。然后，你拿着那些控制手柄电击我的胸部，使我重新活了过来。”
听他这么一说，我突然想起来了。我曾经为了一个忘记的编码到他的病房去。他现在与我当时所见完全不同——那时候他没有知觉，瞳孔放得很大，脸色青紫。
“谁告诉你那天我救了你？”我问道，好奇心让我走进了他的房间。
他大笑着把视线转移到天花板上。
“没有人告诉我。我是从天花板上看到你的。那就是我为什么看见你那长长的金色马尾辫的原因。当你转头看监控器的时候，我看见你那张漂亮的脸。我很高兴有机会再次看见你。”
他的目光收了回来，脸上的笑容不见了。我能够看出他正在努力压制自己激动的情绪。
“我想说谢谢。非常感谢你……”
现在，每次当我经过254病房的时候，我的心里都会涌动着一种温暖的感觉。我很感激那天自己抄近路时经过那里，也很感激那天自己对“嗨，护士”的叫喊声作出了回应。
笑雨 摘译自Moving Stories
让星光引路。风儿帮我装载，送给那孤独的追求者和困惑失落的人们。让那种暖暖的爱在我们的身边传递，久久存在。
“Hey, nurse!”
A man’s voice, loud and gruff1,was coming from room 254.I was taking a shortcut through the telemetry2 unit after another busy day in the critical care unit.These weren’t my patients, so I kept going.
“Yo, blondie3.”
I stopped and looked around.No other nurses were in sight, so I went to the doorway of room 254 and glanced in.A large man with a big, friendly face was sitting up in the bed.He spoke before I had a chance to open my mouth. “Do you remember me?You were my nurse on the fourth floor.”
“I’m sorry, sir, but I work in the critical care unit.You must have me confused with someone else.”
I smiled, wished him a good afternoon and turned to go on my way.His booming4 voice stopped me again.
“No, wait a minute.”He started snapping his fingers.“Your name is... oh, let me think...”
I turned around to see him looking up at the ceiling, a half smile on his face.Then he looked back at me.
“Jackie, right?You’ve got a long blond ponytail5, don’t you?”
I was dumbfounded6.
“Yes.” I said, peeking7 at my chest to make sure I’d taken off my name tag.(I had.)I reached back and touched the tightly braided8 bun9 on the back of my head.Then I studied his face, looking for something that might trigger10 my memory.His eyes were cool, blue and shiny.Curly salt-and-pepper hair framed his face.
“I’m sorry.I don’t work on the fourth floor, and I just don’t remember you.”
“That’s all right, Jackie.I’m just glad I got to see you again.You came into my room about three weeks ago.My heart stopped dead on me and you put those paddles on my chest.I remember you shouting out all these technical sounding words, telling everybody to clear the way.Then you took those paddles and you shocked me back to life.”
Suddenly it dawned on me: I had been in his room for a code I’d forgotten about.He was a different person then—unresponsive, with dilated11 pupils and a red and blue face.
“Who told you I helped you that day?” I asked, my curiosity pulling me into his room.
He laughed and looked back up at the ceiling.
“Nobody told me.I was up on that ceiling there watching you.That’s how I saw your long, blonde ponytail.And when you turned to look at the monitor, I saw your beautiful face.I’m so glad I got to see you again.”
He looked down at me, his smile gone.I could see he was struggling with his emotions.
“I wanted to say thanks.Thanks so much...”
Every time I pass room 254 now, a warm feeling wells up inside me.I am grateful for the shortcut I took that day, and for the fact that I answered the call of “Hey, nurse!”
Hey， Nurse...
“嗨，护士！”
一个男人高而粗的声音从254号病房传来。我刚结束了特护区繁忙的一天，正抄近道穿过自动测量记录传导科。因为这些不是我的病人，所以，我继续向前走去。
“嘿，那个金发女孩。”
我停住脚步，四下看了看。这里除了我之外，没有别的护士。于是，我走到254号病房门口，往里瞥了一眼。只见一个四方大脸、神色友善的大个子男人坐在床上。还没等我开口，他就抢先说道：“你还记得我吗？你是我住在四楼病房时的护士。”
“对不起，先生。不过，我是在重病区的看护病房里工作。你一定是把我和某个人弄混了。”
我微笑着，并祝他下午愉快，然后转身继续走我的路。但他那粗粗的声音再一次让我停住了脚步。
“不，等一下，”他打了个响指，“你的名字叫……噢，让我想一想……”
我转身面对着他，看见他瞅着天花板，脸上露出似笑非笑的表情。然后，他转过头来看着我。
“你叫杰姬，对吗？扎着一个长长的金色马尾辫，对不对？”
我目瞪口呆。
“是的。”我说，低头瞥了一眼胸口，看自己是否把姓名标牌摘下来了（我已经摘下来了）。我又把手伸向后脑勺摸了摸，感觉到发辫被紧紧地用丝网罩在脑后。这时，我开始观察他的脸，试图寻找某些特征，以便有可能想起他。他的眼睛是蓝色的，明亮而冷静，花白的卷发很自然地将他的面庞勾勒出来。
“对不起，我不记得你，并且我不在四楼工作。”
“没关系，杰姬。只是再次见到你让我很高兴。大约三个星期前你来过我的病房。当时我的心脏停止了跳动，你把那些控制手柄放在我的胸口。我记得你大叫着——听起来好像是一些专业名词——让每一个人做准备。然后，你拿着那些控制手柄电击我的胸部，使我重新活了过来。”
听他这么一说，我突然想起来了。我曾经为了一个忘记的编码到他的病房去。他现在与我当时所见完全不同——那时候他没有知觉，瞳孔放得很大，脸色青紫。
“谁告诉你那天我救了你？”我问道，好奇心让我走进了他的房间。
他大笑着把视线转移到天花板上。
“没有人告诉我。我是从天花板上看到你的。那就是我为什么看见你那长长的金色马尾辫的原因。当你转头看监控器的时候，我看见你那张漂亮的脸。我很高兴有机会再次看见你。”
他的目光收了回来，脸上的笑容不见了。我能够看出他正在努力压制自己激动的情绪。
“我想说谢谢。非常感谢你……”
现在，每次当我经过254病房的时候，我的心里都会涌动着一种温暖的感觉。我很感激那天自己抄近路时经过那里，也很感激那天自己对“嗨，护士”的叫喊声作出了回应。
笑雨 摘译自Moving Stories