Jack had his strong suits. An old spirit in a young body is what I was told. I always wish I had known him before the accident. Before the anger, depression, and guilt of what was done set into his now stricken soul. I have heard the stories, they are all fascinating. Mostly, he seemed like a stand-up citizen. Beautiful blue eyes. Eyes you could lose a day or two looking at and gorgeous dark hair that fell over and shadowed them. But that was before. All I see now are dark reflections. No more losing yourself in anything but the fear of what anger would arise by a simple sentence. As his nurse, I had no choice, but to do my job and treat him as I would any other patient. He rarely spoke and when he did the room filled with sparks of what some might call just simple insanity. I have treated it for several months since then. Sometimes, I feel like he stares at me for far too long. Wanting to say or do something other than throwing a bedpan or yelling for more medication which he knows I cannot give him. When they assigned me the case, most of the others chuckled at me and shook their heads. "Good luck, my dear." They all told me, making me nervous. And upon meeting him, they were right. He had a vicious streak which I could not place at all. The accident was not his fault. A fluke, something we all hope never happens to us; however, it did...to him. Thankfully, his aim in anger was always very off. Thankfully. Today, he motioned for me. He rarely speaks, unless it is a violent request for something. I was hesitant. He asked me to fetch a wheelchair. He touched my hand in a way that was almost too gentle. Like we were more than just patient and nurse. And in the reflection, I felt something twinge in my heart, as it always does when I see him. Something that made me less fearful and more inquisitive. I conferred with the head nurse and she nodded, also with a look of slight confusion, but, nevertheless, granted his request. I assisted him in the chair and he spoke softly. I leaned forward slightly. Smelling his hospital soap as I neared his ear. He stiffened slightly, but I quickly explained that I could not hear his request. "Take me to the window." I nodded, then felt foolish. "Ok." I replied almost as softly as him. I rolled him near his room's window. I stood behind him, wondering exactly what, why or how long he would like to stay here. It was near time for sunset. I heard a deep sigh. I looked down at him, knowing the rush of feelings I have had for the past few months have been wrong in several ways. He started to speak then he stopped. For several minutes he sat and I stood. Right before the sun was almost all the way down he removed his protective glasses. I tried to suppress the small gasp since I had never seen him without them on. He touched my arm slightly, turning towards me. "I miss seeing the sunset."