Ask her for help

“Are you alright?” you ask the nurse as delicately as possible. “Yes I’m alright, thank you,” she replies weakly. Her eyes begin to glisten with tears. “I’m Doe John, what’s yours?” She sobs out, “Imari. . . Sanada Imari,” while wiping her nose. “Well Sanada san, I don’t think you have to worry about that asshole anymore,” you point down the hall in the direction of said asshole. “Why didn’t. . . I mean. . . you could’ve gone to the police,” you try not to sound like you’re blaming her. The tears start flowing freely down her face, “he said no one would believe me and if I tried, he’d make sure I’d never work again. That’s why I. . . why I let him. . .” That’s all she can get out, the rest is drowned out in tears. Her knees begin to buckle and she totters a little. Your chivalry combines with your quick reflexes and you’re able to catch her before she falls over. You take on some of her weight while she buries her face in your shoulder. You hold her against you like her guardian angel and gently stroke her head while she lets it all out. The musk of her recent activities can be smelled in her hair. You can’t smell any traces of doctor lech on her, thank goodness. Unfortunately, this seems to be appealing to your newfound libido and you feel your heart speed up a little. You manage to get it back under control while you do your best to console the nurse.

After a while, her sobs soften and putter out.  She finally pulls away from you and you’re surprisingly **** to let her go.  She wipes at her eyes and sniffles occasionally.  You wish there was something you could do for her.  You’d like to see a smile on that cute face of hers.  “Here,” you take the doc’s money back out, “I know there’s no way to make up for what happened, but you should have this.”  Really?  Buying her happiness?  That’s the plan?  It feels like a rather tasteless move, but you’re not sure what else you can do for her.  She looks at the bills and nods her head, “no I couldn’t take your-“

“It’s not mine,” you interrupt.  “I’ve got a bit of a confession to make. . .”

She’s grateful for what you did for her, so you can probably trust her to keep a secret.  You tell her who you really are and what you’re doing here.  She stares at you with slowly clearing eyes, “you’re crazy.”  You just shrug, “probably, but it was worth it to make that guy piss himself.”  She blinks at you a few times before bursting into laughter, “yeah, it was.”  She has a cute laugh and an innocent smile.  “Sanada san?” you ask.  “It’s fine if you call me Imari,” she says, blushing a little.  You give her a smile in return, “Okay then, Imari.  I know you’ve been through a lot, but could you do me a favor?”  Her smile slackens and there’s a hint of panic in her eyes.  You hurry to correct yourself, “nononono!  It’s not that kind of favor.”  She relaxes a little, exhaling a breath that was caught in her throat.  “Do you know where they’d have my file around here?” you ask hopefully.  “Right, of course.  That’s what you were after from the start,” she ponders this for a second.  Then she nods her head “sure, I’ll take you there,” she offers.  You shake your head, “you can just tell me how to get there.  I don’t wanna get you in trouble.”

“No, I owe it to you for helping me out,” she says.  You sigh and reply, “technically I didn’t help you.  When I don’t show up tomorrow and he figures out he was duped. . .” your voice trails off.  She shakes her head, “it’ll make him think twice from now on, that’s enough.  Besides, only hospital personnel are allowed in the records room and there’s always someone at the front desk.”

“Thank you Imari,” you say.  She can’t meet your gaze and her cheeks turn even redder than before, “sure, let’s get going, it’s on the third floor,” she turns and heads down the hall.  You follow after, staying a couple steps behind while she checks around the corners.  There’s not much opportunity to strike up a conversation so you both travel in eerie silence.  Only your scuffling footsteps are heard in the dimly lit hallways.  You reach the stairwell and head up with Imari in the lead.  You’re a couple steps below her and if you lean in a little. . .

Your eyes widen in surprise as you see she’s not wearing any panties!  She must’ve forgotten them (or doctor hentai kept them as a souvenir.)  Her labia looks fresh and unused, but her anus looks a little stretched and bruised.  It looks like it hurts and you wonder how she can walk like everything’s fine.  You’re so busy gawking at her you trip on a step and gasp in surprise.  You fall forward but manage to catch yourself before your crack your skull.  She swivels around and sees what happened to you.  “Are you alright?” she asks while reaching down to help you up.  When she squatted down, you are given a more unobstructed view of her snatch.  Her bush is trimmed in a V shape, befitting a girl of her modesty.  You stammer out that you’re fine while getting back up, but your eyes give you away as you constantly glance back to her sex.  She realizes what you’re staring at and becomes aware of what the position she’s in is revealing.  Her face turns beet red, and her hands shoot down to cover herself.  “AAIIIEEEEE!!!” she screams out and runs up the stairs.