Chapter 2

She loved the blue. She stopped lapping up the insides of the cup to breathe for a moment, quick, sharp breaths into her nose, then stretched her tongue into the bottom of the cup again, looking to suck out any remaining molecules of the blue that may have gotten stuck into the cracks of the cardboard. She quickly sniffed the insides of the cup, pushing it directly into her face, tilting her head back as her hands struggled to keep the light, empty container from falling away from her nose and mouth. Her breathing and sucking and swallowing had become so frantic that she heard herself snort, and once she'd been positive the cup was completely empty, she tossed it to the corner of the room and began rubbing her chin and jaw, and collarbone, catching the remnants of the blue that had splattered onto her when the nurse clumsily shoved it onto her face. That nurse now lay in the corner of the room, clutching her weak, lanky, thin shoulder, while the remaining man in the room looked on at Shiori in disgust.

Shiori continued to lick the bits of blue that she'd found from her fingertips, as her eyes rolled up in her skull, quietly moaning and slowly leaning back onto her pillow in the bed, the sheets shifting, and her body relaxing, as she sucked the last of the beautiful blue from her fingertips.

"Oh, God! Thank you. This is just what I needed!" moaned Shiori, as she completely flopped back into the bed, satisfied. She looked at the women in the room, who stood, wet mouths tightly shut, sweating slightly as they stared at Shiori, silently. Shiori could smell their sweat from there, the blue giving her a good bump to her senses immediately as it settled in her stomach.

"Are you all ok?" Shiori chuckled, as she readjusted her pink robe. She couldn't remember exactly why the room had gotten so disheveled, but she was concerned that the nurses would be upset by it. But she didn't understand why. It was Shiori's room anyway, if she felt like readjusting the furniture, why did they care? And where was the nice leather recliner?

The nurses remained silent.

"I see...well is Doctor going to come to see me today?"

The red-headed nurse with the hips shifted her stance, "You...you don't remember? Ms. Shiori?"

"Was she here?!" Shiori sat up, infuriated that no one had told her.

The nurses quickly stepped back, as well as the security guard, and the injured nurse still remained in the corner, picking an odd place and time to relax and cradle her little shoulder.

The red-head looked around the room to see if anyone would speak, and finally stammered, "She...she was here for a moment, but she'll be back, soon, I promise!"

Shiori's breathing picked up. "Oh I hope so...", she glared at the red-head.

"And as happy as I am to see you all this fine afternoon, I think that lovely lady in the corner needs some medical attention. Isn't that what you do, girls?"

The brunette nurse who stood behind the red-head and the man clicked her way over to the injured girl, helping her up as the victim grimaced. It was at this point Shiori noticed a couple groans from the hall.

"Oh *there's* the chair!"

It looked as if the two men had collapsed under the weight of the recliner. Further reason for Shiori to wonder why they hired men to do anything around here.

"Bring the chair back in here please! That's Doctor's chair!"

The two men slowly raised themselves off the tiled floor, but didn't seem interested in helping Shiori, so she flung the sheets from her bed, leaping to her feet.

The ladies seemed upset by this.

"What is with everyone today?" Shiori asked with an added giggle. "Red, could you help me with the chair please? It's not too heavy, I promise."

The wide hipped nurse struggled to respond, making Shiori smile at how endearing she was in that moment.

Shiori shook her head, and started to exit the room to retrieve Doctor's chair, when she smelled something that made her heart flutter. A dark, sweet aroma. "Oh God" she whispered to herself. She moved quickly to see what was approaching from outside, and she saw Reina, her Doctor, breaking the threshold of her room.

"Oh, my..." Shiori stepped back.

"What are you doing out of bed, Shiori?"

"I..." Shiori was surprised at how excited she was. She wanted to touch Reina. Hold her like she hadn't seen her in years. But Doctor wouldn't allow that. Especially not with people around. Not with men around.

"Get back to bed".

"Yes. Yes, Doctor."

"I don't like to see you getting up without me, Shiori. Not before I've come for your examination".

Shiori let out an involuntary "Mmm" at the thought of Reina's examination. This surprised Shiori, like she wasn't in control of how she responded to Reina.

"Bring my chair back in here, please."

Shiori moved toward the door again, "I was going to get it for you, Doctor, I don't know what these men here think they're doing, but you may want to consider..."

"Sit down Shiori."

Shiori froze. She wanted to do what Doctor said, but she also wanted to help Reina get her chair. Her inability to decide led Reina to storm quickly to her and shove her down to the bed where she had been lying all day.

"I'm sorry..." Shiori whimpered.

Meanwhile, the red-head proved surprisingly capable at lifting the chair, slightly dragging and carrying the red leather recliner back through the threshold. She knows how to lift with her legs, that one, Shiori thought to herself, when Reina grabbed her by the chin.

Shiori slightly gasped at Reina's touch, and was elated to see Reina's brown eyes staring intensely into Shiori's. Her vision was only Reina. Only beautiful, wavy black hair, and an angular, gaunt, pale face. Fluttering eyelashes, a little blush. Reina made Shiori blush the way she grabbed her chin.

Reina roughly dropped her hand from Shiori's face, and turned to the rest in the room.

"Leave us please. Except for you," Doctor said, while pointing to the remaining security guard in the room.

Shiori's gaze shot from Reina, to the man, her mouth slightly open.

Everyone the doctor ordered to leave, did so quickly, stealing quick glances back to Shiori and Reina as they shuffled through the doorway.

"Bye everyone" murmured Shiori, with a smile.

The steel doors slammed shut, leaving Shiori, Reina and the man in the quiet.

"Remove your robe", ordered Doctor.

Shiori was stunned, as she continued to shift her gaze between the man and Reina.

"I..."

"Remove your robe, Shiori."

"But Doctor..." Shiori protested as heat began to fill her cheeks.

Reina glanced back at the man in the room, whose tiny gun lay cradled in both hands in front of his chest.

"I need him here, Shiori."

" I won't let him see" Shiori finally blurted.

"Shiori, he's..."

"He doesn't get to!" Shiori shouted, louder than she expected from herself.

Doctor sighed and slowly turned to the man by the door, until she finally nodded toward the far wall, directing him to turn around.

The man obeyed without a word, and now Shiori felt her muscles relax. If he hadn't turned, he would've found his head shoved through the steel of that door, she thought. This line of thinking surprised Shiori, and she realized she was surprising herself a lot this afternoon. She didn't feel like herself, exactly, but just as she thought of this in silence, Reina spoke again.

"I need to examine you, Shiori."

Shiori's eyes still locked on the guard, she finally took a deep breath and remembered who she was doing this for. And how she had come to like Doctor's examinations.

"Of course", Shiori's eyes widened and her smile returned, as she answered the Doctor, forgetting all about the man.

And with that, Shiori un-tied the knot at her waist, and peeled the robe off from the opening over her chest. It felt a little tighter around the shoulders than it had earlier that week, and she had to slightly adjust to pull it off her body. As she let the pink cloth fall behind her, Shiori felt the fabric collect, slightly on a ridge below the small of her back, before it comepletely, silently fell to the floor. Looking to see what this was, she reached her hands back to see. And Shiori took a quick breath in as she realized her bum felt different today. It felt like there was more of it, jutting back further away from her center, a larger, wider curve had formed that she could barely get her hands around.

She turned to look at Reina, to see if she had noticed, and saw that Reina had looked Shiori up and down, and then gone immediately to her clipboard to write. While Doctor stood there scribbling on her notepad, Shiori let her hands fall to her sides, and as she stood like a statue, naked in this quiet room with nothing to hear but Doctor's pen scratching on paper, Shiori found one word had snaked into her consciousness, and made her mouth open slightly to exhale a lusty breath.

Growth