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DAY 155

Dot was jumping in excitement when she entered the medical tent, holding a letter in her hands, and Hadassa had fight to keep a straight face when she sat on her desk with the brightest of smiles.

"Just because my cousin lets you sit on the desk when he's here doesn't mean that I will," she pointed out before she could get too comfortable. "Get up, Dorothy."

She blushed, pouting for a moment, but the smile was soon back on her face.

"Guess what you just received?"

"Bonus equipment from Stark's industries that'll make it possible to regrow limbs?"

Dot froze for a moment, confused, but shrugged.

"Unfortunately, no, but it's the second-best thing. Sergeant Barnes wrote to you."

She offered her the letter and sat down on the closest chair when Hadassa took it from her hand.

"So, it's addressed to Doctor H. A. Klaczko," she trailed off.

She only glanced at her friend, who tapped her long fingers on the wood desk.

"And the other doctor Klaczko is called Abraam M. Klaczko. And I'm pretty sure you are not named Abraam."

Hadassa put down the freshly opened letter, scoffing a little.

"Alexandrina. From Alexandrina Victoria, the queen's name."

She raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"Aren't you Polish?"

"Yes," Hadassa confirmed. "But my mother was a lover of the monarch, so she named me after Victoria."

It wasn't a lie. Victoria was the queen of England when she was born, in 1820, so her mother had decided to pay homage to her back then. She was one of those people who believed a country would be better governed by a monarch, and had always mentioned how she wished Poland was its own kingdom.

"It's pretty for a second name."

Hadassa nodded and raised her eyes back to her when Dot didn't move at all from her place.

"Can I read my letter alone now, or are you going to be on my shoulder reading it too?"

"Well, I would like to read it now that you offered."

She just continued to stare at her, and the nurse stood up.

"Fine. I'm gonna see how Abraam is doing."

Hadassa just breathed in deep. She could see the relationship between the two becoming serious and special and hoped for the best.

"Dot," she called before the little redhead could leave.

"Yes, ma'am?"

"Did he invite you to spend Passover with us?"

She smiled with a hint of mischief.

"He sure did, ma'am. Why?"

She just confirmed with a nod. Hadassa had found out recently that Dot was Jewish too, and that was a bit comforting. She was the only Jewish nurse in the group that assisted the doctors in the camp.

"My uncle will be happy to know Abraam found a beautiful girl with the same principles as our family for himself."

Dot blushed so hard, Hadassa could have sworn her face was the very same colour as her hair for a moment.

"Doctor!"

She laughed.

"I'm just saying. He's his first son, he'll thrive in knowing his boy is happy."

Hadassa knew the feeling very well. When Jakub – Abraam's father – found a wife and formed a family, she could see how happy he was and that very much reflected on her. She didn't live with him at the start of it – staying in her family's farm to care for his ageing and widowed father until he passed. It was then that he took her in his home once again, around the time Abraam was 16, and she had to pretend she was also his age, following the boy into medical school. Now, they were both here.

"Do you really think we have a future?" she questioned shyly.

"I've known my cousin since we were 16, and I've never seen him looking at any other woman the way he looks at you."

The beta nurse smiled openly in response.

"Thank you, Alexandrita."

"Alexandrina," Hadassa corrected her.

"Alexandrina," she repeated to herself. "Drina."

"Yes," she nodded. "But I'd rather have you calling me doctor."

Her smile deflated a bit.

"Will I ever know your actual name?"

Hadassa thought to herself for a moment. Dot had shown herself to be very trustworthy since they had met, and Hadassa had quite the affection for her.

"Maybe. Maybe not," she trailed off. "We'll see."

She didn't seem very satisfied.

"Does Barnes know?"

"I need privacy, Dot," she waved the letter in her hand. "I'll talk to you tonight."

Dorothy rolled her eyes.

"Alright, doctor Drina."

She shook your head but finally moved her attention to Bucky's letter when she was gone.

"Dear Dasha,

I've arrived safely. The other Alphas were right, the town is a pretty sight to see, but I'd probably enjoy it more if it didn't stink so much like Alpha – though maybe that was only the car. I'll never know.

They separated us into different housings, and the place I'm staying actually had some nice grub, better than in the camp. I better not get accustomed to it."

Hadassa chuckled. The food in camp wasn't exactly good for anyone, so she related to him on the subject. The only thing she looked forward to during heats was the different food.

"Aside from that, everything is quite boring. I can't open the windows, so the room is mostly quiet.

I already miss you terribly.

Sincerely,

- Bucky."

She couldn't help the smile that formed on her lips and sighed. Those would be long days, waiting for him to come back.

She picked up a pen and paper, the words Abraam had told her still in her mind. It would be good to have Bucky spending Passover with them. But how would he feel about it? Hadassa didn't even know his religion. He could very much be an Atheist. Or a Christian.

Well, it wouldn't hurt to ask.

"Dear Bucky,

I told you, you should have brought a book with yourself. The inns that take Omegas are quite boring, just as well, and I suppose the ones that take Alphas aren't so different."

She looked around, glancing at the bookcase by her side, knowing a big part of it was hers, but some of the books were sent by the government to the soldiers, and picked up a copy of 'A Tree Grows in Brooklyn'. Bucky had told her more than once that the place was his home, and the book was one of those sent to her.

"I'm sending you a book to hopefully pass the time. Don't forget to take the pills and get yourself hydrated.

I was speaking to Abraam, some soldiers are reuniting to spend Passover together, and he suggested that you spend it with us. It's not a problem if you don't feel like it, it's just an idea.

I miss you just as much.

Dearly,

- Your Dasha."