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When the bandage was snug and the swelling began to subside, Jun thanked her, his eyes reflecting a quiet gratitude. “You’ve made this night a little less painful,” he whispered.

Miren (Mirei’s nickname among the staff) smiled, feeling the subtle warmth that lingered long after the bandage was tied. “Take care of that ankle—and maybe bring me a sketch sometime,” she replied, the promise of a future meeting tucked gently into the night’s calm. Layarxxi.pw.Nurse.Mirei.Shinonome.get.fucking.l...

Tonight, a new case arrived just before midnight: a young artist named Jun, clutching his sketchbook tightly as though it were a lifeline. He’d twisted his ankle while hurrying home from a gallery opening, and the pain had driven him to the emergency room. When he stepped into the triage area, his eyes flickered with a mix of embarrassment and gratitude. When the bandage was snug and the swelling

“Do you draw?” Mirei asked, curiosity brightening her tone. “Take care of that ankle—and maybe bring me