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The genius who can once in a lifetime be bothered of loneliness. however, a busy doctor's life would not be able to click on the sentiment button, but this time it hits different. After this one day...
"Chief has requested of my aid, for the time being." with the sweetest tone, of truth and virtuous.
On a cold night, Anne faced a weary Iron, the only source of light was a small blue lamp, which glowed on the scribbled papers. And hidden in Anne's heart, she was concerned. Not merely approval, but Iron herself. And speaking of Iron, who sits on the cheap blue chair. Just only stared at Anne, she's not raging, not at all. But for the first time, this scared her. The reason she can't pinpoint, she either needs her for herself or cause at least bonding. It's a selfish point of perspective.
Counting the calendar. It's the weekend, maybe one of these days can stand for "rest". Strange, she started to take in one of Anne's motive.
Of course, it's normal to go on an assignment with the chef. The weekend too. The mind kept its emotions under control.
"How long?" The iron remains cool, concealing the suspicion of... sadness? When did that happen to her?
Anne smiled gently, laying her hand on the Iron's shoulder. "That will be days, perhaps weeks."
Iron assumed that she needs approval, of course as her doctor, she needs to insure her... She also confessed to confusion. That's why is she making out this nonsense. In her late second thoughts, she talked, as did Anne.
"Ye-" Iron has already stopped when Anne first spoke.
"Will-..."
"Will you be okay when I'm not around?". Anne and Iron's face are near their brushed nose. The pinkish eyes express care and concern, and Iron remains calm.
The Genius double-checked her facts when she launched SALVA. She did well alone, she was surviving well, alone. She he was performing fine. Alone.
Seeing that they were too close, the endurance of composure snapped, like a rubber band that has been stretched for too long. Heat spreads to her ears and cheek, she cooly pulled herself out.
"Anne, you know I'm not a fan of sudden closeness." She says it seriously otherwise she was in the mood to tease.
Anne smiles only, far from her, knowing her intention of brightening things up. It's not a goodbye in eternity, it's just temporary.
Iron had her mouth covered. Looking for a means to avoid the eye contact with Anne, and meanwhile the pink haired found this rare act of the Doctor cute.
"And yes, I'm alright," she said timidly.
Think of a polygraph connected to her hand, and it turned out to be a lie.
Anne was mumbling something Iron could never catch. Iron turned against Anne, asking her to repeat the same thing. And Anne successfully dodged the bullet.
Cautious knocking, coming from the open door. Knowing that their conversations are being heard, it turned into murmurings in the hallway.
Chief is already leaning on the door frame, surely and with a bit of luck she heard nothing suspicious.
"I..." her heart baffles her wondering heart. She can't tell that she trust Iron's words either not.
"Perhaps, I believe it is my cue for me to leave. " In a second, Anne wanted to do something. Enough to put her at ease. Their hearts are beating for one another, and they need to speak it comfortably. In between, both are no better.
Iron panicked, she predicts that the air temperature will cool down, not knowing she was "clingy" for some time with her warmth. She didn't realize that Anne leaves today, now. At that time...
She wanted to put her arms around her. But unfortunately, her body couldn't carry the deed. Chief can be an open-minded person. Iron looked at Anne the last time, Anne smiled with hope and turned around and headed towards Chief. Anne headed frist, Iron glares at Chief, reminding her to take care of herself and Anne.
Chief nods, she understands that health comes first. As Chief catches up with Anne. At the back of her thoughts, she never seen Iron act this way.
And eventually, the two of them left the SALVA building. Leaving the Physician in her thoughts.
Of course, it's normal to go on a mission with the Chief, but why, when did Iron start getting emotional?
Present:
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The clock softly reminds Iron that it moves forward. As best way possible Iron ignores the presence of time, and starts with a ponder that she didn't thought that it will lead to overthink.
It felt like years, or centuries. Iron fell from her will, not wanting her feelings to take over. She promised not to get emotional during her workdays and remained true to herself. But tonight, she began to feel anxiety, all alone. The midnight rain started to spread over the clouds around her, and as the sunshine is gone for a moment or nevermore.
Behind Iron's desk, she considered an available recording tape, she recalls that she used these kinds of recorders in her younger years. Perhaps It has been scattered around. The metal hand meets the portable voice recorder, to simply look at it. To make something stupid. The only stupid action, is to record her impressions.
The Iron felt numb, her hands felt that the M value ate these living things. The recorder was then set aside. Her head down, and her hands covering her made contact with her brow. She started to say something, while the tape recorder was stationary.
"What day is it? Ha. This feeling also disrupts the counting of days and tracking of time."
No response, but this time she went to answer her own questions.
"Since Anne left, I believe it's the third day of week two of the weekend."
Iron began muttering a few words.
"... So this was the notion of being lonely, it's sickening, much worse than turning into an almost corruptor."
The silence lasted longer until the windows of the room, because Iron was preparing to spread something.
"I miss you, please... come back" She connects her hands that become a kind of prayer. How her brow meets the thumb.
It was an improbable act by Iron, feelings don't match her reputation but... I suppose a small melting point can shape something Like blacksmith, making an unbreakable iron out of something new.
"How is she feeling? has she eaten well?" Slept well? Or has she... been thinking about me?
That thought, that she held it in her head for days. And it invariably happens at all those times.
Now that she's recognized, she needs her. Every quarter of a minute.
The salty water of small pearls, stained the papers of her reports. This is a message, an appeal for help. A need, a particular message for Anne.
Her eyes were perspiring, tears were running down her cheek. She broke down, she showed too many emotions. It looks like people. A public, watched it. Being herself for the moment, was something she despised. Iron nearly thought to pull herself together, until she heard a cranky mechanical machine start, and it looks like it was at the limit. That's a voice recorder.
It came to Iron remembering those kinds of voice recording methods, The recorder can only write at least 20 minutes long... she looked at the vertical flute. And she realized that one of the buttons in the voice recorder was down, without Iron's knowledge.
The button has been activated for the record type... Iron gathered so many thoughts at the same time, that she came to the conclusion that everything she said was... recorded.
Iron brought back her finesse, her eyes grew wider. Only her heart beat strongly, and her fingers can tremble.
"****." She curses mumbly, hardly a murmur or a cursed thought.
Iron quickly snatched the small recorder, the metal finger hits the stop button then threw it to a nearby couch. And luckily, it landed uneventfully and was turned off.
With a mute treatment, they say that silence is stronger than loudest scream.
She hated how overwhelmed she was, how upset she was about herself, how she did something stupid. Because of being thwarted, she hated that she felt human.
Corny as a muck of mud, usually she would feel hurt nor to feel nothing at all. As a physician, failing to rescue a patient can certainly hurt her. Only she pushed the charged feelings somewhere for nobody can see it in a look, like impressionism in art.
Like an observation room, watching those people gathering to await at a painting. Is something Iron hopes somebody on the mob can see the hidden treasure chest.
The crowd gathers, the thoughts from their minds to their mouths spread like a forest fire. Iron hears those insulting words. And this word which suited her best. "Monster". In fact, accepted that mandate many years ago.
Iron closed her eyes, and her head down. From a thousand voices, she heard a voice, a voice she was longing for.
"No... No! She isn't! "The voice tries to persuade the audience. It was the loudest yet, the weakest defense that was ever prepared.
Iron's eyes snapped open as she reared her head. She doesn't care if people believe, but the effort and her voice. Made Iron whole, locating where she is. And one of the crowd, a pink rose haired spoted from the sharp eyed doctor.
Firstly, Anne did not attempt to locate the genius doctor's feelings about painting. One of her purest intents was that she was trying to find the artist, and when she turned around.
A mechanical arm is attempting to reach her and the head nurse. She knows, they both know that they will always find each other... But they can't help that they hide their feelings.
Darkness uncovers her eyes, she clearly sees a lamp... a lamp in her desk. Stimulating to realise, Iron pushed her upper body away from the desk. Her coat was fairly sparse, and with her skin also felt the coldness of her chair, once she leaned her back to the chair.
"I... Passed out?" Iron figured, she was also reminded by Chief passing out in her bureau. And Iron alone can lecture the head of the MBCC, hypocrisy. But for Iron's reason, it's to monitor her patients. She has been trained to limit sleep and her M-value is elevated, she may risk her life for a patient. From the diversion, she remembered that Anne would lecture her as well.
The days before, Anne encouraged Iron to rest on days in need. She's like an alarm clock, and secretly, Iron liked it. To have someone care for her. Sometimes it's intentional, and sometimes it's just her. The usual Iron.
Iron choked, she felt that she was torn. And her eye felt dry and ponderous. While her eyes roams around, an attractive fellow got her idea. The mini version of syndicate, except no one gets killed.
She would rather be hurt that way but... this time she chooses to feel nothing at all.
She held off the lid of the finest whisky, she recalled that the Chief gave it to her as a thank you gift. Remembering that the Chief was traumatized when she got drunk, Hella and Zoya saved a video for her the next day showing the doings of Chief's silly things.
But sadly, Nightingale was held captive and was troubled by the sinners and Hecate failed to prevent and save Chief's sanity. Only Iron remained as a Bystander memorizing the rare moments of the Chief. She can't figure out why it's a thank-you gift.
Iron is not such a fan of whiskey, and may have a knowledge of alcohol, but its effects so consumed too. Drinking responsibly is the most effective advice to date. Stating her position, she desperately seeks to forget what she did. And she's trying to erase that sentiment.
Like soda, she went all in. Her lips plant on the lid of the whiskey. And with just a sip, and after she choked, pulling the bottle away from her. She felt stupid and recalled her low tolerance for alcohol.
The blows of the first wave finally sink in the body of the Doctor, the heat becomes savage inside her. And the thrilling headache came second-hand, and it sure as hell is the second wave. Compare a human's M-value rapid symptoms with an ordinary human. Its deviation is odd, Iron took mental notes. And for the first time, she felt impossible to control.
The rain began to pour, and time plays its own. It turned into an argument between cats and dogs. She was outside of SALVA hospital The long black haired, leaning her head and shoulder on the wall, beside the main entryway of the hospital. Losing control of her legs, she seated herself slowly. She's beginning to lose consciousness. But through strong willpower, she was able to keep her eyes open.
Her messy hair, mixed with sick sweat, a splash rain water, moves over the radiant beauty with the aid of the blue moonlight above. And for a while, with the vulnerability her M-value didn't interfere completely with her humanity. But she feels sick, dunked-dazed, and produced a terrible fever. The rain does its best to make her queasy. Iron gives no trouble, but the only thought she kept in her mind was...
"I need you here... please." Drunkenness has taken the usual Iron, which she cannot pronounce these words from a needy monster.
From the corner of the silver eyes, she started to assure people in black suits, holding the same size of umbrellas, mirroring the colours of their outfits. The men and women of Buiness are bound for their destination. Minding their own line, technology connects to their ears. Always depicted as "busy, busy, busy."
"...like Eastside" Iron is trying to control alcohol, while trying to struggle between stability and instability. She remembers bits from what was the Eastside like.
"... hallucination," she muttered. Iron isn't dumb enough even with the booze she consumed. She at least identified the symptom she's going through.
"It has been years, surely Eastside changes." The Doctor has no intention to proceed on sightseeing in Eastside, it is sickening
A sinner who used to be a barely ordinary human being, had the blood coming from Eastside. Workaholics, everyday, and so on. She's always a workaholic, but she's never the past now. That barely a human, has never shown...
Iron almost dozes off, but with half-sight, she blinks once like a figure from a far comes closer and she blinks her eyes to stay conscious. A figure held a pink umbrella.
Her silvery eyes, supported by her glasses. Her position became a low resolution camera, the point-and-shoot camera came in handy with messing her optics.
From her viewpoint the sides were blurred but focused on the subject. A well-known white uniform, a red sign on an arm. And the long pink hair braided, swaying sideways. The subject approaches, not realizing that her hand is reaching towards the arriving face.
A hand cupped one side of Iron's cheek, and like a clingy cat into which she leaned. Feeling the familiarity with it.
"Iron?" the voice was soft, giving a touch of worry.
"...ugh" Iron complains of the effects.
Iron can't define her hearing as a deaf person, too much of her compressed both ears, abundant rain, loud heartbeat, a person's blurred inaudible voice. She felt weakened, the headache became a fever. And while she felt the warmth, the red lips touched the smooth, silky palm.
A feeling of déjà vu, Iron became inquisitive. Did she experience it before, or is it a dream? Oneirology is nothing to Iron's field. Only it felt real.
Iron struggles with drowsiness on her lids, she wanted to look up to confirm who this is.
She could not control her head, but her hands were folded on her cheeks, and felt the slight heat inhaling someone's breath. This sudden closeness, Iron shudders, surrenders to foreign control.
Committing to be this special, something felt wrong, Iron feels her mouth producing a pile of saliva, swallowing the remains at the same time she feels nauseated.
"Blagh!" Iron pushed that person away of a long distance while she is uncomfortably throwing up, at least she didn't puke on the individual in front of her.
Anne, sighed. She patts and rubs Iron's back.
She never expected this kind of welcome, but this place, the rain, the night. It was a nostalgic souvenir to Anne. Whether Iron helped her in their first encounter, and this time Anne is willing to help the drunk doctor.
"There, there. pour it all out." She continues to rub lightly on her back.
"Had she been waiting for me? How much time has she been here?" Anne expressed her concern on reflection.
And besides, she never saw a drunken doctor in her uniform, and also it was uncommon for Anne to see Iron vulnerable.
She doesn't think it's a bad thing, but she's begun to understand Iron better.
"For how long has she neglected her emotions?" Anne asks, on her mind. Quite simply, the answers she needed were shown at this time, concentrating on the physician, she did not notice the sign of a response.
Iron ignores Anne's advice and throws up forcibly. Anne thinks she consumed too much whiskey. Horrendous as it sounds, it is only liquid was only observed by Anne's eyes, while the tears of nature washes it away as the rain grew more substantial than when she arrived, and a small flood gathers rapidly. Anne covers both of them with the huge umbrella which was consecrated by the Chief.
The head nurse expressed disappointment that the arrogant doctor had not eaten for days, she at least estimated.
She smiled quietly, the doctor wouldn't have managed herself without her presence a long time ago. Later on the doctor poured all out. Anne took the opportunity to verbalize.
"Come Iron, I'll take you to your room, the rain has gone bad."
Anne barely tries to maintain the wide umbrella, the drunk doctor hears and heaves when her co-worker lifted her up, As the head nurse held her wrist and placed her arm behind her shoulders, her other hand maintained Iron's balance. Iron's weight deducted, she's half-conscious for the interim.
In the corridor, the pink hair managed to put the umbrella aside as the door was closed too. Iron weighing heavily, Anne noticed an abnormal behavior of her. Anne brought a pause, Iron follows. Getting them both stand in the hallway, Her slender hand finds Iron's forehead, the pinked haired frowned. Figured that she got a flu.
Anne sighs, and Iron knew that the head nurse was worried sick.
"It's not a severe flu, it's just one of..." Iron hung out, as she tries to keep herself awake.
"Please don't complicate things for me and you, let me make it up to you. Okay?" Her pink eyes find approval of the silver eyes, she nods expressively and exaggerates.
Anne just smiles, and of course she will do her best to give the physician the best condition.
When they both arrived in Iron's room, Anne slowly put the doctor on the couch to lie down. The head nurse looked around, taking her memories back. How much time she travelled with the Chief.
"Considerably, it is what it was before." She ends the sentence with a smile.
And there's something that attracted Anne's eyes. An old piece of voice recorder sitting on the other couch. With curiosity, she plucked the small voice recorder. It was the first time she saw such an equipment of application on engineering doctors, scientists, researchers or someone else.
She accidentally pushed the play button, the physician's colleague became silent. The woman listens heartily to Iron's babbling and sincerity.
"****" was more than the final word on the video recorder. But coming out of the bathroom, said a curse with a shattered glass.
Anne noticed that Iron was not from the recumbent sofa, she also noticed that her white coat was on the floor. In front of the half-closed doorway.
Anne pick up the emblematic coat of the Doctor, and prudently culminated over the bathroom. She saw a cup of broken glass, and a finger of Iron sparkled, a bright red.
Anne pushed the door diligently, throwing the coat into the bathtub, then pulled the silent Iron on the wrist out from the bathroom, and she took a look at the raw wound.
"What in the world are you performing?! You are drunk and you can't be reckless when it occurs-" Anne's worries snapped from being muted to express. The suit of the mid pause was Anne witnessed the quick healing of the doctor's finger.
"What?" the nurse said, confused. She felt a sharp pull from her wrist, Iron's firm hand pulled the nurse's weight on her.
And the mechanic hand grasping the nurse's chin. And she stared wide open at the doctor sober or drunken.
"Anne, you were hallucinating." I suppose you need some rest." Iron took out a fact.
Maybe Anne didn't sleep well in the field. And this caring Chief always reminded herself, not only herself, but everyone on her team, to sleep well, and eat well.
The brilliant doctor, even with the unstable condition, knew when she took a look at her. She already knew, that she hasn't been taking charge of herself. To enunciate one more fact. They are both exhausted.
Iron put Anne's hand on the top of her shoulder, and the nurse's hand relaxed. Afterwards a short silence, Anne Decided to slay the insufferable lull.
"Your fever cooled down, you had me concerned that I might operate my patients alone. Anne placed her hand on the physician's forehead.
"As I said, it is not so serious. Is there any chance that one of your "patients" might be me? "The normal voice of Iron slowly transforms into a husky whisper.
Anne observes Iron is still drunk, but she seems aware of it. She also tried to not hint an obvious reaction from the Docto- No, her patient's witty response.
"Well, I see, you did this intentionally." Anne's gentle smile turned into a smug smile, it made sense to her that Iron wanted to show her something. Her finger leaning onto Iron's cold lips. Her breath smells fresh and new, As she matched her voice into a whisper.
"Maybe." She shrubs her shoulders and encourages Anne to come closer.
"I thought you weren't a fan of sudden closeness?" she teased, Anne's eyes are focused on the Doctor's cool eyes. Arms on top of Iron's shoulders.
"It's really cold, I don't think I can afford a heater at the moment." Iron alludes to a loving look on Anne. The nurse asked many questions. Now it's time for Iron.
Iron added, "And if I say yes, may I"? she's patiently waiting for Anne's answer. And the head nurse finds the permission of the lovable black cat, precious.
Iron seems to be in a rush, but they both wanted a slow road. To confirm one another.
Anne held Iron's spectacled bridge, and dragged it out of their sight. And while she's pulling it off, the long, dark hair, even with a splash of water, never got tangled with the glasses.
While Anne intentionally takes off her glasses, the model's tips fondle her cheek slightly. Pulling it away from Iron, she managed to bite the template, tips, of her glasses showing her fangs with a sexy gaze.
Anne caught off guard, as her look turned into a tomato. The doctor was absolutely shameless, indeed. Anne could not go through the trouble of hiding her face. In fact, she already feels delighted, I guess that trouble about what Iron had Anne captured, in her trap. Iron lets go of bitting slightly of her glasses.
The aura, which makes everything smooth. Anne keeps her shiny black hair behind her ear. Anne puts her eye glasses in a safe place, whilst contemplating a beauty.
The moonlight paints the best Iron's features, from creative nature makes the heart beat fast from the pink haired. Anne has never caught without her glasses, she sees a blushing Iron. And she guessed whether she was drunk or timid.
The eyes meet on the lips, on how beautiful excites. Both sinners were prone to temptation. They are getting closer, as the line they will cross. Before they corroborate... Anne gave her answer.
"Yes." her fingers find the coal hair, as her arm wrapped around her neck.
The gentle palms find Iron's chest, she eyed her Doctor but she stares at her head nurse. The soft smile turned into a smirk, excitement told her eyes. And she slightly pushed her, then Iron does her best to keep her balance. Eventually, she leaned over her office.
"Not bad, even with the dizziness you're seeing". Iron shook her head, attempting to concentrate on what was she was saying.
"Hm? Is everything all right? Anne is alarmed.
"Yes... I told you it is not severe.. Wait, I feel unwell." Head down, palm holding the head, concentrating to combat the M value. She wanted to make sure, but she ended up telling the truth. And she didn't want to ruin this time.
But then, the little caring, turned into a strange atmosphere.
"Okay then, may I enumerate your symptoms and then the medical recommendations?".
"Huh?" Iron expressed bewildered that she felt the third wave on the mode and the third wave is the symptoms. And she almost forgot she's Anne's patient so far.
Dizziness combined with fever, Iron is about to be knocked unconscious. At that rate, things are getting a lot more dangerous. Her high M-value increases, the urge of killing might push Iron's sanity off the sharpness.
Anne has been well versed in Iron's current body language information.
"Now I have noticed your symptoms. It may be advisable to give yourself medications to cure your symptoms." Her tone sounds strange, she might be a nurse giving the doctor's meds to patients. But that medication will be different, this time.
Anne is secretly worried both Iron and her plan, but she must continue her improvised performance. A scenic distraction for Iron to control his M-value, and bring back her strong willpower.
Like a staged play, she turns away from Iron.But this time, Iron came far more dizzy from the visual of Anne, with the moonlight. She must have been with some goddess from the beginning.
Anne's hair was a default braid, this time a long straight hair. Looking at her black-haired patient for the moment, seducing by her lusty pink eyes.
At the invitation of her colleague,
She easily lost touch with her symptoms, the focuses on Anne.
Iron brushed her with her fine hands. She extends her fingers on her hair from the front, then pushes her hair, showing her hair roots impeccable.
The redness on her look, and also the lust of the eyes. She loosened her hair somewhat.
"Ha, I'm going insane," she laughs with anger. No hard feelings, but she's probably enjoying what's about to happen.
She then walked towards her colleague, and stood behind Anne.
Taking a risk, Iron undressed Anne's upper part perfectly. The roll line of Anne's clothing stopped at her elbow. Anne was quite surprised, knowing her outfit is a hard puzzle everyone to attend.
But from what Iron remembers, she unknowingly took the time, to observe how was Anne's clothings were designed, she submitted a lot of possibilities on removing and wearing it again platonic, really. She moved that observation deep into her mind. But then her drunkenness ate the crumbs.
Her breath tickles Anne's ear, she slides her fingers across the nurse's impeccable back. Causing her to quiver, she bit her ear. Reaching the head nurse weak on her knees. Then the skilled hand of the doctor painted the mountain, she worked, pinched the details. Slowly and gently. Like ice cream, her moist tongue tastes the vanilla on her neck. Anne has given her better access to explore her neckline.
Making Anne in awe, as Iron pictures her face with a bit of bright scarlet. She pants the warm breath slightly knocks on her thin skin.
Like a snake, her mechanical arm travels from her spine into her waist, then her belly button. Only the gentle hand holds the hand of the doctor. Nodding that she's not ready yet, amazingly Iron understood, she didn't want Anne to feel uncomfortable. And then they ended up holding each other's hand.
Then Anne confronts the tall Doctor. Iron's hand on one of the mountains, Anne reddens, making a noise that she loves what Iron gives.
A slight kiss, transformed into a smooch. Until Iron breaks away, and she began dragging her lips over the soft of the nurse's milky skin, from her chin, collarbone to her neck.
Iron explores on the top of her body by touching it giving more bites and hot strokes, but the light control has reduced her considerations. She actually kind of magically felt better?
The nurse rolled her legs around the doctor's waist, and amazingly with the effects of the drink. The doctor considers the effort to carry someone she loves.
Also endurance lived up to Irons legs, for a while, both took their time to try out. Or taking the time to come to know each other. Words do don't come easy.
Iron's control has gone slippery. The alcohol messes with her intellect, she bites each skin where she feels is right. Anne felt sting in each bites,but composed and rough, the nurse loved the manner it is.
Iron explores on the top of his body by touching it giving more bites and hot strokes, but the light control has reduced her considerations. She actually kind of magically felt better?
The doctor layed the nurse down carefully her head, then her upper body lastly her lower body, on the sofa,and Iron herself. Above her colleague, the sinner looked at the scene of the crime upon her neck, which made her proud.
On the nurse's sleek neck. Iron spotted her sensitive spots, Anne suffers from silence, bitting back of the whimper, moan. Iron don't mind if Anne would make a sound or not. As long as both enjoy each other's presence, action do speaks louder than words. Anne enjoys the new exeprience, her hands on the doctor's back, encouraging to commit more of the effort. While the dominant is on a job, the Doctor's finds the nurse's warm hand. And they weave tightly together. Together, when one is absent. Whenever one falls between them, they'll go through the difficulties of all.
Iron hasn't gone too far, in fact, they both want to lead the slow burn. Iron pulled away from a heated kiss. The nurse had her eyes closed, at which point she felt a cold drop on her cheek. Anne then sees the crying doctor. She panicked watching the doctor's eyes. Her eyes were full of sentimentality. She then froze, "Iron looks calm, " she opined.
Anne reached out to Iron, cup her cheek when Iron bends down. The tears drip slowly on Anne's cheek.
"What's the matter?" Pink hair asks, smiling at Iron, she's calm again. The physician is not in an emotional need condition.
Iron gently shook her head on the sides, her lips turned to a smile. A real smile.
"I didn't get to see you close up before, I suppose that you're beautiful, Everyday. And... thank you." Iron leans towards Anne to end her sentence. The chief nurse appreciates the compliment, said by many, but Iron was kept specialty.
"To be here with me..." their forehead crosses, Anne finds the vulnerability of Iron, rare.
"Iron", the doctor hears her name. Stating the tone there is something wrong.
"It seems like my patient suddenly became better, I think I need a doctor, and I do feel ill. May I be your patient this time?" Her hand finds caressing the physician's sweet cheek.
"Alright then, can you describe the symptoms you feel?"Iron pulls away, but still is facing at her, she looked serious. While her tears still streaming, getting called down a slight. And she will gladly take notes mentally, such a devoted physician.
Anne feels like performing, she's beginning to get jittery. When Iron takes it seriously, her fear grows. But she'll give it a shot. She now sets out her prepared speech.
"All this time I have observed myself with a Nervous Belly, Limerence, & Euphoria, around this person... are these symptoms ever going to heal?" Anne bravely looked into her natural cold eyes. Her heart hammers her ear drums, her hand tightens on the doctor's human hand. And she called for a peak of Iron's serious progressing face.
"She... she's in love?" Iron finally deciphers her symptoms, which means she's already been seeing her a long time. And this is some form of confession.
"...With me?"
She also has realised, she has been experiencing love sickness... On how much she observed between Anne and herself, she described this feeling like the love birds.
Seriously, she is the luckiest bird out of all love birds.
"Why haven't I noticed these signals? Idiot, i have been busy and yes, I was ignorant." Iron mentally scolds herself, keeping the poker aspect.
"I think I have found your symptoms, and I'll consider that as a yes...of finding the cure? " Iron blurted out, saying it in a monotone.
Anne laughed softly, then Iron suddenly put herself in embarrassment.
"What's with this laugh?" Iron asked with an agitated face.
"pft- I find this- ahaha!"Anne wipes a teardrop from her eye. Then the awkward doctor pulled her nurse into her arms, tickling lightly of some parts of her physical structure. Which was a laugh for Anne.
"Find it what? Awkward? Silly?"
That's it! Iron has found her answers. Then after Anne admitted (That she was silly and awkward), they both found the bride to be calm, they let silence took over the room.
"I'm glad" Anne leans back to the doctor, facing upwards. And Iron, sober, raises her eyebrows, amidst confusion.
" I never expected to find myself in your arms." And I thought I was going to be rejected." The doctor's arms wrapped around the waist of her nurse.
"Why would I reject someone who only cares about me, and who has come back for me?" She frowns, slightly pouting. Anne captured her face, Iron returns to her self but still her brows frowned. And her silver eyes finds her opposite shade color pink, pupil.
Anne looked at the windows and smiled. And they both knew morning was heading their way.
"Thank you, Dr. I think you cured me." They both closed their eyes, while Iron gives Anne a peck on her forehead. Giving the appreciation, and Iron only felt grateful with this new relationship gained. As their hands intertwined.
And they decided to cuddle for heat and sleep, for the rest of the night has gone away. Weekends, are really meant for rest.
If Iron imagines Anne to be beauty, her refuge, her lullaby, her hope, her lover, and a gift.
Then this description converted into tears that she shed on the new night was referred to a "Bliss".