It was a nurse with a very familiar body and an impishly grinning face that still managed to get my heart racing that extra beat whenever I spoke to her. I may have been her sole guy friend, but I was still human after all.
"Corrine?" My voice was a bit scratchy from feeling half awake and from not having any water in... how many hours since I'd fallen asleep? I couldn't remember that happening. The last I knew, my parents had said I should be out sometime tomorrow or the day after it at the latest once the doctors had run their final checks and were as sure as people ever watching for the looming specter of malpractice suits that there'd be no lingering effects from the beating I'd taken.
"So much for being a night owl, sleepy head," she softly joked, a subdued but no less teasing smile on her face as she sidled closer to me before gently sitting down on the right side of my bed.
Even dressed in hospital scrubs as she was, her breasts practically turned the hospital shirt into a small pair of pavilion tents. As my eyes got more adjusted to the dim lighting of the room, it seemed like Corrine was coming into better focus in the pale moonlight. But there was something about her that seemed off.
It was nothing tangible: her blonde hair shone as lovely as ever and her grin still got my pulse to move a little quicker in my throat, but as she leaned closer I saw something in her expression. Her smile was present but there was something in her eyes I couldn't quite put a name to.
Trepidation was the closest word I could think of to put to it. Perhaps mixed with a bit of relief and sadness. Though it was probably bad to try and be too definite with it before she said anything.
Her right hand slowly crept up on my own right hand before she entwined her fingers with mine.
"We were so scared, Ian," came the quiet admission. It was a sharp contrast to how upbeat and happy for the news of my steady recovery and Charles' arrest they'd been when they'd come to visit the last week.
I briefly entertained the idea of trying to act like it was no big deal: that those guys beating the stuffing out of me for daring to be a geeky nobody who kept company with the five most beautiful girls in the school and then having the gall to refuse helping them get with said girls was just something I'd had to go through. But at least one of the girls had been by to see me during visiting hours every day while I was here. They already knew how painful it'd been going through it and more likely than not seen the video that someone (in the AV club most likely) had leaked to the press to prevent any of Charles and his friends from attempting to hush up the police investigation into them. Not to mention it was the dead of night and I couldn't find it in me to lie. What would the point be?
"That makes six of us I guess." I said, a small reflexive smile slipping on as I tried to make it sound lighter even as I admitted the truth.
Corrine squeezed my hand again, the reassuring warmth of her soothing in contrast to the slightly clammy feeling of my own palm. She slowly lay down on the bed, propped on her left side so her right hand could continue holding mine. Having been raised with some understanding of how to be a gentleman, I budged over to make room for her. Her right hand was still entwined with mine as she looked into my eyes, her expression still had that something to it I couldn't quite put my finger on.
"You know, more than once we talked about visiting you after hours," she said, her slightly mischievous smile back.
"Stephanie was sure it'd be easy so long as we got the right nurse's uniform and walked with enough confidence."
I briefly looked Corrine up and down.
"So I suppose this means it worked?" I asked, trying to figure out if the others had come with her.
Maybe it had been my imagination, but her smile seemed to take on a brittle quality at the question.
"Something like that," she answered cryptically.
Before I could question her further she pressed her body to mine.
"We all really wish we could've been there for you, evened the odds at least a little," she said, her voice taking on a husky quality that had me rigid in the blink of an eye.
"But since we weren't," Corrine continued. "It seems only fair to... make it up to you somehow."
My hormones and my mind were back to the age old war again.
Holy crap! Tits! screamed my hormones.
But, she's my friend. I'm not even sure we feel that way about each other, answered my brain.
I'm awake and someone has to put me back to sleep! came my dick's predictable interjection.
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