Nurse Yui

Yui watches helplessly as the doctors and nurses rush Lena into the room, their voices sharp, urgent. The door shuts in her face with a harsh click, sealing her out.

She sinks to her knees on the cold floor, curling herself into a ball of despair.

“It’s my fault,” she whispers, tears flowing down her cheeks.

No one hears her. No one stops.

By morning, the chaos has faded into the quiet beeping of monitors.

Yui sleeps in the chair next to the hospital bed, her small frame twisted into an awkward but strangely elegant ball, arms folded, face soft with exhaustion.

Lena’s eyes gradually open.

Pain slices through her ribs when she breathes. Her right arm is heavy, wrapped in a white cast, lips dry, throat like sandpaper. But when she turns her head and sees Yui, a small smile tugs at her lips.

She whispers, voice hoarse. “Yui?”

Yui stirs, mumbling something incoherent as she stretches. Her eyes open, unfocused for a moment, then they land on Lena.

She gasps. “Lena!”

Yui practically launches out of the chair, leaning over, nuzzling Lena’s neck, breasts pressing into her chest.

Lena winces. “Ouch. Gentle, Yui.”

Yui pulls back fast, cheeks pink. “Sorry.”

She grabs the plastic cup from the bedside tray and adjusts the straw, carefully guiding it to Lena’s lips. Lena sips the cold water, eyes never leaving Yui’s face.

When she’s done, she rests her head back against the pillow.

“Were you hurt?” she asks.

Yui shakes her head. Her expression softens, brows pinched. “You pushed me out of the way. Then…” Her voice cracks. “You saved me.”

Lena exhales a heavy sigh, every breath careful and shallow. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

Her eyes close again, sleep tugging her back under.

Yui stays beside her, fingers resting gingerly over Lena’s.

“I’ll take good care of you,” she whispers, more to herself than anyone else.

And she means every word.

Yui dances around the bedroom like a nesting bird, fluffing and arranging the mountain of pillows against the headboard. The same restless energy that got them through three days at the hospital and a careful car ride home.

Lena sits at the edge of the bed, cradling her ribs, shifting with a grimace as she tries to find a position that doesn’t feel like torture.

“Yui,” she mutters through clenched teeth, “Please. I need to lay down.”

“I’m almost done!” she says, giving one last pat to the pillows before hurrying around the bed. She leans over to help Lena ease down, her boobs press against her face.

“You’re suffocating me,” Lena wheezes, her voice muffled, “With your pillows.”

She pulls back, cheeks flushed, grinning like she knows exactly what she’s doing. “You missed me, didn’t you?”

Before Lena can answer, she turns and bounces out of the room.

Lena watches her hips sway as she goes, a grin tugging at her lips.

“I did,” she whispers to herself.

Yui returns a moment later, setting a cup of water, a bottle of pills, and Lena’s phone on the nightstand in a neat little line.

“Can you reach everything? Do you need anything else?”

Lena lifts her hand, placing it gently over Yui’s. She gives a soft squeeze.

“That’s good. Thank you.”

Yui’s eyes shine. Her smile is pure sunlight.

Lena’s eyes grow heavy, lids drifting closed as exhaustion wraps around her like a warm blanket.

Yui stays for a moment, watching her sleep, letting the quiet settle.

She leans in, kisses Lena’s forehead, soft and loving, then slips silently out of the room.

Yui hums a tune under her breath, spinning in the kitchen like it’s her personal stage. She wears nothing but a tee shirt and an apron tied snug around her waist, bare legs, bare feet, and a messy bun that wobbles with every bounce.

The kitchen gleams, freshly cleaned, everything in its place. She stirs the congee, and tiptoes to peek into the bedroom.

Lena’s still asleep.

Yui smiles, skipping into the living room, wiping the counters, straightening the blankets, cleaning everything that’s not bolted down.

She can’t sit still, buzzing with excitement now that Lena is home.

From the bedroom: “Yui?”

It’s faint, groggy.

She perks up, tilting her head like a cat.

“Yui?” Louder this time.

She rushes into the bedroom.

Lena’s eyes are half-open, heavy with sleep when they land on Yui, then trail down to the apron.

There’s a pause.

“Did you sleep okay?” Yui asks, brushing a few strands of hair from Lena’s face.

Lena stares up at her. “I have to pee.”

“Romantic.” Yui snorts.

Her hand reaches out.

Yui takes it without hesitation, carefully helping her upright, arms firm, movements slow. Lena winces, her ribs still tender, but Yui stays close, steadying her with both hands and a smile.

“Ready,” she whispers, guiding her toward the bathroom like she’s escorting royalty.

Lena groans. “This is embarrassing. Please don’t be a perv about this.”

She winks. “No promises.”

They stand in the bathroom, neither saying a word. The silence stretches.

Lena stares at the hem of the apron, just long enough to cover Yui’s panties. Of course, she has to be half naked right now. This is so awkward.

Yui shifts uncomfortably, eyes fixed on the tile. She’s a woman. It’s not like she has anything I haven’t seen. So why does it feel like I’m crossing way too many lines?

Lena sighs, then reaches out and grabs her hand, guiding it under her shirt to the waistband of her shorts.

Yui’s fingers graze her skin.

“Don’t make this weird,” Lena says, voice flat, calm in that scary way. “Just don’t look.”

Yui nods rapidly, eyes squeezing shut. “Right. I’m ready when you are.”

Lena pushes one side of her shorts down.

She flinches as the fabric shifts beneath her fingers and instinctively follows Lena’s lead, crouching as she pushes.

Lena’s shorts and underwear fall to her ankles.

“Give me your hand,” Lena mutters.

Yui opens her eyes staring directly at Lena’s very naked lower half.

“Sorry!” she squeaks, standing up, throwing her gaze at the ceiling.

Lena grabs her wrist. “Stop being a perv. Don’t let me fall.”

Yui nods. “No falling. Got it.”

With her help, Lena lowers herself gingerly onto the toilet, hissing as pain flares in her ribs.

Yui bolts the second Lena sits, nearly tripping over her own feet as she escapes the bathroom.

The door slams shut behind her.

Lena groans. “Kill me now.”

Yui leans against the wall outside the bathroom, heart hammering like she just ran a marathon. Her hands are shaking, cheeks still glowing red. Her mind spins out of control.

Lena’s body is perfect. Her skin is so soft and warm.

Oh my god! I have to pull up her pants. My face is going to be directly in front of her beautiful beaver!

She lets out a strangled sound and slides down the wall, legs folding beneath her. Her face is pale, lips parted in disbelief. Eyes stare blankly.

I can do it from behind.

Her head snaps up, eyes wide, an unsettling tingle races through her body.

What am I thinking?! From behind? That’s worse! I’ll get a face full of booty!

“I’m ready,” Lena calls through the door.

Yui twitches.

“Ready for what?” she whispers.

She slaps her cheeks once, twice. Stands. Breathes deep. Her hands nervously smooth down her apron.

She marches toward the door, determined to accomplish her mission.

It’s fine. It’s just Lena.

Yui struts into the bathroom. She stops directly in front of Lena, trying to look composed.

Lena looks up at her, cheeks flushed, lips twitching.

She leans in, and Lena loops her good arm around her shoulder. Yui moves carefully, supporting her, helping her stand.

Lena takes a shaky breath. Her body’s still sore, every movement sharp and slow.

Their eyes lock.

Yui doesn’t blink.

“I have to pull your pants up,” she says, dead serious. “Booty or beaver?”

Lena stares at her for a second, and lets out a sharp laugh. It turns into a wheeze, then a pained wince.

Yui crouches without a word, lips tight, hands trembling as they grip the waistband of Lena’s underwear and shorts. She closes her eyes and tugs them up in one smooth motion.

Lena’s still giggling through the pain, leaning against the sink. It’s the only thing keeping her upright.

“Stop laughing,” she snaps, trying to focus on taking care of her.

She adjusts Lena’s waistband, tugs the fabric straight, smoothing it into place with quick, instinctive fingers.

Lena swats her hand away, grinning through the ache.

She turns toward the sink, washes her hand, sliding it into Yui’s without hesitation.

Yui’s heart skips.

Hand in hand, they walk out of the bathroom like it didn’t almost kill them both.

Later that afternoon, Lena’s tucked back into bed, propped up by a mountain of pillows.

Yui sits beside her, carefully spooning warm congee into her mouth like she’s feeding royalty.

“I didn’t know you could cook,” Lena says between bites, clearly surprised. “It’s really good.”

She grins, stirring the bowl proudly. “See? I’m more than just a perv.” She tosses her a wink, light and teasing.

“I never would’ve guessed,” Lena teases back, voice softer now. “What else can you do?”

She feeds her another bite. “I could tell you,” she says in a mock-whisper, leaning in like it’s classified intel, “but I’d have to kill you. So… you’ll have to figure it out.”

Lena smiles, her gaze lingering on Yui’s face. The way those blue eyes always sparkle.

She blushes, quietly. “I know I’m asking a lot, but… I’d love a bath.”

Yui blinks, lashes fluttering. A slow, wicked smile curls her lips. “You want me to bathe you?” She leans in, eyes wide with mock scandal. “Hmm… who’s the perv now?”

A sharp laugh escapes Lena. She winces, hand going to her ribs. “Ooh… ow. Stop making me laugh.”

Yui lowers her gaze, lips curving just a little.

“It’s nice,” she says quietly. “Seeing you smile.”

Lena’s own smile fades. She studies Yui’s face, so open, so calm.

She’s different today. Gentler. More cautious.

Is this the real Yui? Or is she holding back… for me?

Lena stands in the bathroom, naked, her cast wrapped carefully in a waterproof bag. Her body is lean, battered, still healing. Deep red scars carve a quiet map across her back.

Behind her, Yui’s stands in nothing but a bra and panties, eyes fixed on the long, angry scar that runs down Lena’s spine.

She’s seen the reports, read every article about Lena’s ten-story fall. It should have killed her. Thank god it didn’t.

Her hand lifts before she even thinks about it.

She pauses, inches from Lena’s back.

Can I touch her here? Is this okay?

Her fingers gently trace along the deep red scars.

“Do they hurt?” she asks, voice barely above a whisper.

Lena’s eyes close. “They’re sensitive,” she breathes.

She jerks her hand away. “Sorry…”

Lena doesn’t flinch. She doesn’t move at all.

Yui exhales slowly, then picks up the sponge. Her hands are steady, but her heart pounds with every touch.

She works in silence. Carefully washing Lena’s skin with a reverence.

Neither speaks. Both blush.

The air is thick with steam and unspoken feelings.

She rinses the soap from Lena’s body, every motion aching with restraint.

Once she’s done, Yui grabs a towel. She pats Lena dry, helps her into soft shorts and an oversized shirt. Then guides her back to bed with quiet care.

Lena slides under the covers, sighing softly.

Yui hesitates before climbing in beside her.

They don’t touch.

Lena smiles. “You would’ve been a wonderful nurse. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me.”

Yui glows beside her, sidling a little closer. The warmth of Lena’s body lulls her to sleep.