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The "nurse" knocked on the door a few times. No answer. So, he slowly entered the room along with a cart full of supplies to not give his cover away.

It was dim but it was light enough to see that Carmelita was exhaustedly laying on her side, sound asleep. He crept over to her and studied her.

The vixen had such a present to her that even the raccoon "nurse" couldn't deny it. Her long, beautiful cobalt hair, her radiant red-orange fur was intriguing gaze at. He wanted to reach out and caress her cheek. To reassure himself that despite condition, she was still alive.

Then, the gut-wrenching guilt hit him. A small part of him within the very depths of his mind felt it was all his fault that she landed in the hospital. He didn't make it in time to save her from the blast of the evil Dr. M, who was later found dead in the rubble and ruins of his lair on Kaine Island or so the raccoon heard.

Still, Carmelita didn't deserve any of this. Granted, she may have been a cop whose never-ending quest was to throw him behind bars, but she was simply doing her job just like he was doing his a thief. Being in constant danger was part of the job description of law enforce, especially for the likes of Interpol.

However, the vixen was still person with feelings, friends, family, and overall a life outside of her job. He could have prevented this had he acted swiftly.

He stayed for the next ten minutes then he decided to depart. That is until he clumsily bump into the supplies cart, which rolled and loudly hit the door.

"Shoot." The raccoon quietly chastised to himself for his stupidity and turned to see Carmelita in the mists of awaking.

He was going to try to quickly leave but it was too late. She sat up and then jerked back when she saw the nurse standing before her.

The raccoon panicked for a second as his and her eyes interlocked with each other. It was a good thing he had on the surgical mask so the vixen wouldn't recognize him.

He finally swallowed his worries and cleared his throat.

"Sorry to have bothered you, but I just wanted to see how you were."

Carmelita relaxed a bit and leaned back into her bed.

"I'm fine sir, although now that I'm awake I would like some water please." She even smiled a bit which made the raccoon breathe heavily.

The raccoon shakily grabbed the pitch on the cart along with a cup and poured the water into it.

He handed it to the patient even though he nearly spilled it on the floor.

She took a generous swigs of her drink until there was none left.

She gave the cup back to him and thanked him.

"No-no-no problem...I guess I should be going unless you need anything else..."

He began to back way.

"Sir, I know this may sound silly because I know you're busy and all but can you spare some time and keep me company?'

The raccoon was bewildered by this.

"Just my luck." He thought to himself. He was now in a predicament he knew could turn for the worst.

Nevertheless, he did what he was told by taking one of the visitor chairs and pulling it closer to Carmelita and was seated.

"So," She started in order to break the awkward silence. "I'm pretty sure you already know my name since you work here but if not it's Carmelita. What's yours?"

"It's...Sylvester." He answered briskly and wrung his hands in an uneasy manner.

The vixen noticed this and giggled.

"It's ok, I don't bite." She joked. "I hope this isn't uncomfortable for you."

"Oh...Oh not at all...so uhh, how did such a pretty woman like yourself land here?" He asked to lessen the tension inside him. He already knew the answer but he had to act obtuse since he was disguised as a nurse.

"That's a question I wonder myself but the doctors and even my family aren't telling me anything until tomorrow. I guess it's for the best. From what they did tell me is that I had been in a coma for a nearly two weeks." The vixen replied matter of factly and then yawned.

"Two weeks? Whatever you went through, I'm happy to know you're ok for the most part."

"Yeah, I still feel achy and my head is occasionally pounding but I should be ok."

Sylvester nodded, he was steadily letting loose.

The vixen decided to change the subject to something lighter. "What kind of music do you listen to, Sylvester?"

"Well," He gazed up the ceiling pondering and faced her. "I really like Hip Hop, R&B, and Techno."

"Techno, huh? Never been into actually, yet I do listen to some Hip Hop music and dancehall music."

"Dancehall? You don't struck me as the type to listen to that genre." The raccoon stated with a cocky smirk underneath his face mask but ti wasn't hard for her to tell he was doing it.

Carmelita lifted her eyebrow and waved her hand dismissively and smirked right back at the nurse.

"Hmm...as if there's a certain look to have in order to like a type of music."

The raccoon retracted but began laughing.

"I mean I didn't mean it like that...I simply would have never guess."

Then both of them started laughing.

"I can already tell you're a tease."

"Probably in more ways than you can ever imagine." He slickly responded and leaned back into his chair.

For the next hour, they conversed about a lot of things, from their favorite childhood shows, food, and even learning that both of them grew up in New York. The two of them, especially Sylvester, enjoyed their chat however, in his case, he felt guilt again but for other reasons. Here he was talking to the Inspector, whose been through something traumatic and trying to recover, but he wasn't speaking with her as himself. He wasn't Sylvester the nurse. He was Sly Cooper the infamous thief who robbed other criminals. He had to be truthful with her, even if it meant her probably hating him for causing her pain and probably having security chasing after him.

He wasn't above deception but in cases like this, it just didn't sit well with him. So then he got up from his chair and gave the vixen a serious look.

"Carmelita?"

"Yes Sylvester?" She sensed his demeanor. "Is everything alright?"

"I have something to tell you, but pleased don't get mad." He calmly said as he took off his surgical mask.

Ok, the next chapter is going to be even more intense when he decides to come clean. How will she react? Stay tuned for chapter 4, later this week. If you have any questions, PM me anytime.