The next day is a blur of fear and ecstasy, a mix of Dr. Kai and his now scary and negative aura that fills every room he walks into and the beautiful, goddess that is both slutty and innocent and now your girlfriend, Akane Himena.
Akane's visits are sweet. She often refuses to let you do anything. Currently she sits at the bottom of your bed and is cutting up the shitty hospital food that, in your opinion, has been graced by her touch and thus made to taste better. Your not sure whether it's a trick your mind is playing on you due to the idolization and worship that you place on Akane or whether the food actually isn't that bad but every bite she feeds you tastes like heaven.
She looks up at you while you mull that over in your head, leaning back lazily as the bandage around your midsection throb faintly. The pain has become more bearable when you move and Akane has noticed this. She smiles faintly, the upward arch of her lips makes you feel giddy and full.
"You seem to be recovering fast," she says as she spears a rubbery bit of fish with the fork. She blows on it innocently but it has a sexual undertone, as if she's daring you to comment on her technique. The muscles in your neck twitch and flex in a small nod as you watch her lips almost kiss the rubbery sea creature, "talkative too," she jokes, leaning over the bed in a seemingly deliberate move to show off her perfect cleavage. The soft flesh jiggling enticingly as they bounce against one another.
Her movements provocative. she jerks her head upwards, in an innocent motion that is a clear provocation. The seemingly innocent action causes her breasts to bounce and jiggle, threatening to spill from her low neck shirt.
Wait.
You take a closer look, discreetly. The thin fabric of her shirt protrudes at two points, her breasts move unrestrained...she isn't wearing a bra. She is deliberately showing herself off to you as she nurses you. Your mind wanders back to the nurse cosplay fantasy except this time, there aren't any panties.
You shake you head violently, dispelling the thoughts before your member decides to fly their colours like yesterday.
The sexy curve of her breasts thrust forwards as she puts the fork closer to your lips, "hmmm, what's wrong?" she asks, her pink eyes locked onto you predatorially, the pupils blown wide, the opposite of how they had gone yesterday when she had stared like a whore in heat with her pupils shrank and irises looking like solid circles of pink diamond that sparkled with lustful light. Although the eyes are still full of lustful light, it seems more subdued, private and perfectly yours, as if her full lust is reserved for just me in private away from the cameras and nosey doctors in this hospital. "Nothing is wrong," you smile, lips peeled back in a genuine yet slightly forced smile. Akane makes a sharp clicking sound with her tongue not buying it but at the same time she doesn't press the issue either.
"Open wide baby," she says hotly, voice dripping with inuendo and playful delight. Your jaw widens opening for her speared fish. She glides the fish into you mouth, guiding the fork carefully so as not to hurt you with the prongs. The fish is rubbery and unpleasantly salty but the care she put into feeding you makes you chew. The flavour is terrible, gammy and salty, it tastes more of the vinegar it drowned in than fish. Your jaw continues working at the fish as Akane spears another piece. Her car makes the fish taste better, her touch gracing the dead aquatic animal with the taste of love and obsession.
You swallow and continue being fed by your new girlfriend, happy in the knowledge that despite her 'displays' she is caring and innocent.
You feel safe and aroused in the fact that eventually you and her will be tangled in a trusting embrace that should've happened the night you were stabbed. The night that could've ended in fireworks and private pleasure but instead ended in your almost death that had landed you in this hospital and at the mercy of a handsome and sketchy doctor.
"You two are getting along," the familiar voice of the man who had made you feel unsafe cuts through the cushy air. Dr Kai is fiddling with the machines again, taking notes and staring disdainfully at Akane and you, ruining your beautifully private moment with your sexy classmate and passionate girlfriend.
His angular face is tilted up at you and Akane, hands working on autopilot. Jotting down notes on your irregular data.
"This is a hospital, please treat it like one, not some makeout pad for degenerate irragularities and their forign girlfriends," his voice is cold and annoyed, the polar opposite of what it was the first day you had met him.
Your temper flares as hot as molten lave/magma, how dare he say something like that. Before you can do anything Akane's voice cuts through the tense air that the doctor had managed to create, "well well well, your looking like you need a stable home. Let me guess divorced and lost the kids?" Akane's voice is antagonistic and sharp.
Her eyes have narrowed, the pretty pink of her eyes flare dangerously as she verbally assaults the doctor. Dr Kai's eyes widen in (pleasant?!) surprise, "yes but that has nothing to do with my comments, also visiting time ended ten miniuts ago, please leave... miss," he says, smiling disturbingly.
Akane glares at him and glances at you, expression softening lovingly, "Ill be back tommorrow," she says, standing and placing your unfinished food on the bedside table before kisding your lips in a feather light goodbye.
The heat of her lips makes you tingle and dissapointment rushes through you as she departs leaving you with only the memory of her bralless breasts and a feather light almost sisterly kiss on the lips.
You hear her beautiful footsteps receding down the hall before a soft thud of the watd door closing can be hear.
Dr. Kai injects something into your IV, "Someone wanted the game to start early," he says ominously. You body reacys quickly, fingers curling fearfully around the IV to rip it out, Dr. Kai's hand snap shut around your pinning the painfully in place.
You vision blurs and the edges black out, "get ready for a warm...reception." He says with a wicked smirk the last thing you see before the drug claims your conciousness.