I hope this is actually good. I wanted to tell this story in the point of view of Hiro but our personalities are way different so I'm hoping he's still in character throughout the entire thing. Please tell me what you think!
I never saw a woman's bare chest before in my entire life. Even as a doctor I never saw that much of a girl. I was terrified to death just to look at the girl as she lied there on the bed without anything concealing her body except for a flimsy blanket and what would be clothes that Ayame was demanding from me. With shaking hands, I threw them in her direction and spun around so I wouldn't stare any longer at the stranger.
She wasn't from Konohana. I could tell by the unfamiliarity of her face and the clothes that she was wearing that she wasn't. She was a petite yet strong looking young woman around my age with tangled light brown hair and almost flawless fair skin. Although, at the time she had a sickly pale complexion that resembled that of a corpse. Her ears, lips and fingers were all colored blue and purple as her entire body seemed to tremble under the condition she was in. The shin length golden yellow dress she wore had been soaked by the snow that melted under her body heat after she had passed out and chilled her entire body to the point of hypothermia. According to the young man who carried her in, it looked as if she was left out in the cold winter weather for several hours as the snow accumulated over her near lifeless body.
After hearing everything, I felt terrible. This girl I didn't even know seemed she was near the point of death and I was hesitating to give Dr. Ayame dry clean clothes for her because I was busy staring at her breasts. I wouldn't be surprised if she hated me when she woke up and heard the story. I violated her with my eyes...
"Hiro, come here for a minute." Ayame called to me, knealing beside the bed-ridden girl who was now fully clothes. Why...? I turned to Ayame, avoiding looking at the girl all together, even if she wasn't awake to realize I was indeed stealing glances. "Keep her warm, I have to get the thermometer." She ordered.
"K-keep her warm?" I stammered. "How should I do that?"
"Share your body heat. Stop being ridiculous and help this poor girl!" Ayame scurried away into the other room and left me completely alone with the unconcious young woman. Share body heat. Why couldn't I just get the thermometer? I thought as I sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her from her waist closer to me.
"Wow, she's freezing." I spoke aloud. I wrapped the blanket around her and tugged on her waist to bring her even closer. This is so awkward. Thank Goddess she isn't awake. Wait, that's terrible! She could be dead! Her trembling was beginning to become less noticable and I could hear her quiet breathing stagger. Ayame quickly returned and took the girl in her arms, placing the thermometer in her mouth and held it there, waiting for it to finally beep.
"91.7...not too too bad. Not nearly as bad as I thought." She sighed in relief. "Hiro, you stay here with her, I have to speak with the young man who brought her in. It'll just be a minute" She stood up and headed for the exit. "Keep her warm still. She might wake up soon but her body temperature will still be really low for a few hours. But can you stay with her till then and keep her warm?" What? As much as I want that, I don't... But I obeyed her orders and held the girl closer.
"I wonder what your story is..." I mentioned quietly, knowing she wouldn't answer. I brought the girl closer to my chest with her back against me while my feet still stayed firmly planted on the hardwood floors. She seemed so fragile but had a fair amount of muscle as well. Probably more than me, even. Her hair was in a tangled mess extending to her shoulder blades but she still was pretty attractive. The large thick baggy sweater she had covered her tiny hands and stretched passed her hips, seemingly keeping her warm. She probably can't even feel her fingers. I took her hands and placed them over her chest. It felt nice to have a girl in my arms, relying on me to keep her alive. Well, she was going to be all right anyway but I like to think that I was in fact keeping her breathing. Her body was still cold to the touch but was still soft and comforting in a way. After a while I dozed off, nearly falling asleep completely, waiting for Ayame to return.
Okay, so I'm using Farenheit for degrees. So 91.7 degrees Farenheit is the same as around 33.2 degrees Celsius. Just for anyone who's curious.