Shizuka sighed, checking Tysone's pulse again. "My heart can't take this kind of stress, Ty-kyun. I'm a nurse, not a cardiologist."
Tysone tried to sit up. Shizuka helped him, propping pillows behind his back. The movement pulled at the healing claw marks on his chest, but the pain was bearable. He'd been shot and torn apart; his pain tolerance had grown to ridiculous proportions.
"Sorry." Tysone looked sheepish. "Didn't think you would all be so worried."
"Wow~ That was selfish of you. Goodness gracious, a certain boy needs his rear paddled." Shizuka jokingly murmured. Tysone gave her such a flat look that older woman couldn't help but burst into soft giggles.
Mai, her cheeks slightly puffed, stared at him with worry and the faintest, gentlest affection he'd never seen before, and found utterly endearing.
"Seriously, Ty..."
"I'm fine. I'm fine~ Just give me a minute. I need to assess..."
"Assess my ass. Just... lay down and eat. It's late."
"Already? Shit, that's..."
"That's what?" Saeko cut him off. "That's unfortunate?" She smiled as she carried the tray to the bedside table. "At this point, you're doing more sleeping than fighting."
"Great way to lose muscle tone, too." He groused, looking out the window. The moon was rising, fat and bright.
"Sleep is just as important." Shizuka said, firmly. "Give your body time to heal, to catch up. The best thing you can do is stay calm, eat right, and relax."
It's been a while since Tysone could simply lie down and have others do all the heavy work for him. And not only did he have three ladies fretting around, he was on his bed, being waited upon hand and foot.
Shizuka gestured with a spoon, sloshing a bit of porridge onto the carpet. "Eat up, before I forcefeed you. I've got a good idea where to put this spoon~" She lowered her voice an octave, giving Tysone an appraising look, wagging a long pinky suggestively at her.
"Ew." Tysone laughed. "Just... ew."
Shizuka pouted. "What's so ew? I'll have you know that my anatomical knowledge is top-tier!"
Mai and Saeko shared a glance, before the young actress took the initiative. "The anatomical knowledge of a fujoshi doesn't count." She remarked dryly.
"Don't listen to these idiots, Ty-kun. You can be my yaoi manga research partner anytime you want." She cooed at Tysone, teasingly twirling her hair, her gaze darting all over him.
She then stood up and settled down beside him in an instant.
Mai could only let out a long, annoyed groan. "Get away from him, pervert! Ugh... he's been conscious for two seconds, he needs space..."
"No! He's already cooked~" Shizuka said as she hugged and caressed him.
Saeko also had a disapproving frown on her face, looking almost envious at the older woman. "He needs time to recover. Come, Shizuka-sensei, this isn't appropriate behavior."
Shizuka didn't relent. "Never claimed to be. Besides, look at him, all hard and tense~" She smirked impishly.
Tysone wondered how the fuck did the conversation get to this? Was his reputation really this bad?
"Besides, who cares how he recovers when we have a fun way to help?"
"Horny woman." Saeko dragged her away before things went into further embarrassing directions, though it's already too late for the night.
"Pervert." Mai admonished the nurse.
"A pervert you can trust!" Shizuka tried wiggling out of Saeko's grasp, but she couldn't. She let out an overdramatic sigh, then giggled.
Tysone could see the worry hidden behind their antics. They were all terrified, and this was how they coped.
He picked up the spoon. His hand trembled slightly. A faint afterimage of the halberd's grip still seemed fused to his palm. He ignored it. He spooned a bit of the bland porridge into his mouth.
He ate in silence, the three women watching him like hawks.
"What did I miss?" He asked after a few bites.
Saeko sat on the edge of the bed opposite Shizuka, her posture perfect as always. "Saya's taking care of everything. Kohta and Kenji are already stripping down the Mule. Asami and Haruto are taking shifts with the roof patrols."
"The core?" He asked.
"Safe." Saeko answered. "Saya has it. She's analyzing it, along with the other cores we've collected."
Tysone nodded. That core, if nothing was wrong, actually belonged to Saeko herself. It'd likely bring the kendo champion close to Tysone's level, which would be extremely beneficial.
"Good." He grunted.
Mai shifted in her chair, drawing his attention. "Everyone's... okay. Worried. But okay." She added, her voice soft. "They'll all feel much better once they know you've woken up."
He nodded. "I'll talk to them tomorrow."
"You'll rest tomorrow." Shizuka corrected, wagging a finger at him. "Doctor's orders. No heroics. No planning. No brooding. Just rest and recovery."
To be honest, he felt like he'd fully recover by tomorrow morning. However, after what happened to him, no doubt there'll be a lot of anxiety over his safety among the survivors. It'd be better to stay out of sight for now, and reassure everyone in the morning.
It was still dark, not even midnight yet, but Tysone yawned widely regardless. "You don't have to stay." He told them. "I can look after myself now."
"Are you telling me you don't need us here, Ty?"
"The worst is over. Your presence isn't essential." With a few last spoonfuls, Tysone finished his porridge. "Though, if you'd like to stay the night, I wouldn't refuse." He admitted softly, without the usual cheeky smile of his.
"That settles that. You can't chase us out of your bedroom!"
Mai sighed and rolled her eyes. "This woman..." She stood up and walked over. Taking the empty tray with one hand, the other tugged at Saeko. "We need our rest too. You, especially."
"She's right." Tysone nodded. "You've all had a rough day too, make sure everyone that's participated in this raid gets adequate rest. The ones who haven't, keep watch."
Saeko smiled slightly. "Understood." And then both Mai and Saeko departed, leaving promises of checking up on him tomorrow.
Shizuka watched them leave, her expression sour, before looking back at Tysone with a teasing grin. "Well, looks like it's just you and me. A little alone time, ne?"
He laughed.
"Can't." He pointed to the bandages swaddling his middle. "I'm an injured soldier. Doctor's orders."
Shizuka gave him a pout. "Well you don't have to do anything, do you? I can take care of everything, hehe"
"I'm intrigued." He laid back on his elbows, doing his best imitation of a rogue's rakish smile. "What have you got in mind, sexy?"
Shizuka's eyes narrowed in that decadent way that always sent heat coursing through Tysone.
"We haven't had our traditional check-up yet, have we?"
Shizuka began tying up her hair into a ponytail.
Tysone's manhood hardened at once. This woman has always been shameless. Even during times he almost died from extreme exhaustion, her craziness manages to rouse his animal instinct.
"Our appointment can't wait another day, can it? Oh dear, this just won't do. A boy's health comes first. Sit still while I make a quick examination of you."
"Let me check my schedule. I'm kinda booked."
"Silly. You've made no such reservation."
She crawled all over him, unfastening his clothes while licking her lips.
"Oh, I like where this is going."
...
Noon.
Sunlight streamed through the tall, wide windows. Tysone stared at the beauty snoring softly next to him, completely passed out, her large, delicious breasts resting heavily on his arm and stomach. Her naked hip was pressed to his, her smooth, creamy skin soaking up his heat.
This woman had gotten more bold.
Worst of all, the girl was amazing at sex. She knew every trick in the book and probably could write some of her own. He got a happy feeling when remembering the things her mouth had done to him last night.
Tysone, despite still feeling a little lethargic and stiff, was alive, healed and full of life thanks to the core's powerful energy coursing inside him. He left the sleeping nurse to enjoy herself and stealthily rolled out of the bed.
He'd have loved to remain in that comfortable warm nest with Shizuka's soft, pillow-like skin next to his, but his mind was abuzz with so many issues. Besides, unless he was thoroughly exhausted, his body refused to remain still for too long.
His footsteps silent, Tysone dressed, and quietly made his way down. As usual, at this hour the mansion was a hubbub of activity, some people still moving about with the preparation of food, and others cleaning and doing their daily tasks.
Kohta saw him first, he was wobbling around with a silly smile on that face. He spotted Tysone from his right, and had a nice, surprised, happy expression when he saw him. "My liege, you're alive!"
"Indeed I am, Kohta. Indeed I am." Tysone said, still feeling that refreshing feeling of emptying himself inside Shizuka's tight little mouth.
Author's Note:
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