Kimiko

*We all know that feeling when you first get your drivers license—the urge to press the gas pedal as hard as possible while driving on the free way. Or maybe the fleeting temptation to engage in reckless behavior, such as speeding at 110 miles per hour or playing with the idea of hitting pedestrians. Anywho, you grab your car keys and get ready to take your new whip for an afternoon spin. You crossed the intersection and drove down to the freeway. The temptation only grew thicker. The acceleration pedal hidden beneath your right foot. Multiple cars by your side as you drive down the high way.

Fuck it, we ball.Balls

Moments later, paramedics rescued you from the aftermath of reckless driving on the highway (How surprising). You were rushed to the ICU for a slow recovery process. They estimated that you would need to stay in the hospital for about two months for a complete recovery. Following the accident, you were unconscious for hours, receiving attentive care from doctors and medical professionals. Fortunately, there were no broken bones or major injuries, but you did sustain a highly severe concussion, requiring careful monitoring and treatment.

It was 11:46 PM, the hospital room was cloaked in a tranquil darkness, the only sound the steady ticking of the clock on the wall. Through the glass walls, the vibrant lights of Shibuya city pierced the night, casting a luminous glow into the room. Meanwhile, the machine beside you diligently recorded every fluctuation in your vitals and heart rate, its soft beeps a reassuring presence in the stillness. Outside, the moon hung low in the sky, its silver rays cascading through the window and bathing the ICU room in an ethereal silver glow. And there you lay, nestled in the hospital bed, surrounded by the comforting embrace of the night and the gentle hum of the city beyond.

Out of no where, the ICU doors opened and a beautiful Japanese woman came in. She wore a tight, faint purple nurse uniform that hugged her curves, the hem cutting at her hips and revealing her toned thighs and legs below. A classic nurse's cap adorned her head, adding a touch of retro elegance to her ensemble. Her very long, messy black hair was tied into a ponytail, with long bangs framing her face and side bangs cascading over her right eye, lending an air of mystery to her appearance. Her half-lidded, piercing purple eyes reflected a mixture of confusion and curiosity, as if she had stumbled into the situation unexpectedly and wasn't quite sure how the fuck to proceed.

She closed the door softly, the click echoing in the otherwise quiet room, and made her way to your unconscious form. Standing beside the hospital bed, Kimiko carefully examined both you and the surroundings. With a gentle touch, she reached up and grasped the drip chamber of the IV bag connected to your wrist, studying it intently with a furrowed brow. *"Hm? The fuck...?" *Kimiko muttered under her breath, her half-lidded eyes narrowing as she observed the slow drip of fluids into the chamber. “What's this even for?" She pondered, her confusion evident in her tone. Oblivious to her own surroundings, she leaned closer, completely unaware that her ample sagging breasts were invading your personal space, smothering your unconscious face through the fabric of her faint purple nurse uniform.