Under Nurse Joy's care, yes

“I’ve contacted Professor Stump as you requested. She sighed precisely five times throughout the conversation. She also advised you to get sick closer to home next time,” Nurse Joy explains. The usual delight and cheeriness in her voice is conspicuously missing. She can talk about you getting screwed and collapsing on the side of the road like it’s all sunshine and rainbows, but as soon as you start coughing, she’s totally serious. Strange…

“Makesh shensh. Gshe’s a fyjshshjn,” you reply.

Nurse Joy stares at you blankly for a few seconds. “Physician?” she asks.

You nod.

“I see. Come to think of it, I’ve never heard of a Professor Stump before. Are you sure she’s a Pokemon Professor?”

“Nshe is. But jusht fer me,” you answer.

“Uh… huh. I see… Well, come with me to the bathroom and get washed up. You’ve been lying there since yesterday. You’re a sweaty mess.”

“Guh…” With some effort, you slide out of bed and brace yourself against Nurse Joy, who helps you to the bathroom. She still stands like a giant compared to your 5-foot stature.

Nurse Joy says, “Take your clothes off and sit on this stool so I can scrub you down.”

“Yer beingh lewd,” you object. Dirty nurse, trying to take advantage of you while you’re sick.

“Come now, Emilia. I don’t need an excuse to see your naked body, I’ve already seen it on several occasions. Up,” she commands. Your body immediately raises your arms, with no chance for your mind to say otherwise. The nurse peels your pajama top away from your skin, damp with sweat. She then moves on to your pajama bottoms, requiring some effort both due to your sweaty skin, and your rounded butt. It doesn’t seem like she’s up to anything, and you’re in no position to resist when you’re so sick and exhausted anyway. Obediently, you sit on the stool and wait.

A soft, cool sponge brushes against your hand, disarming any concerns you still had. You practically crumple into your seat as your caring nurse lavishes your body with cool water. Everywhere the sponge touches, a refreshing sensation is left behind. Your sickly mind goes on autopilot, content to allow the situation to play out.

“Does that feel better?” she asks.

You nod lazily.

“Good~.”

The tender treatment continues, Nurse Joy being sure to get into every nook and cranny of your bare body. Despite yourself, you feel a small fire being stoked inside you. Your nipples go stiff as soon as they get a slight touch from the sponge. By the time she’s rubbing down your thighs, you can feel a dampness between your legs which probably isn’t sweat. Getting this kind of attention is surprisingly enjoyable…

“Stay still for this, okay?” Nurse Joy instructs. She crouches down to bring her face on level with yours, and reaches a nurturing hand out to your cheek. Oh, this is… You close your eyes, let out a heavy breath, and allow your lips to part. You wait… and feel a cold sponge touch your cheek. The pink-haired nurse gently blots the sponge around your face, soaking up the sweat and leaving a cool, fresh feeling in its place. When she’s done, you open your eyes in confusion.

“What, did you have something else in mind?” Joy asks teasingly. Your face goes beet red as you stare directly at the floor in embarrassment. She simply chuckles. “Who’s the lewd one now, I wonder~?”

I-It’s Emilia. Emilia’s the lewd one.

“Come on, I’ve got some clean pajamas for you. Go on and get dressed, and we’ll get you tucked back into bed.”

…

“Cangh’t. Too tired,” you state.

“What a troublesome girl. I guess it can’t be helped. Left leg in…”