His eyes fluttered close almost immediately after lying on the bed, falling into a steady slumber. Kyoko watched his face as he slept, handsome despite his beaten condition.

Now that he was lying down, she could see his state fully. He looked like he went through a lot, while they were apart. Kyoko hadn't seen him look so vulnerable since he had become ill on set, when she was his temporary manager. But now he was safe. She continued to stroke his dirty hair, her lips curving in a small smile.

Realizing that she was stroking Tsuruga Ren's hair, Kyoko pulled her hand away as if burned.

I mustn't be so informal with him! Tsuruga-san would be disgusted to know that I acted so familiar with his body…

She began repeatedly bowing and apologizing, but caught her foolishness almost immediately. She didn't want to wake him, and he had looked so hurt earlier.

Looking away from the famous actor, Kyoko spotted a door ajar at the other side of the room. Tiptoeing, so that her heels didn't clack on the tile floor, she made her way to the small closet. Hanging on a bar, was a set of freshly washed nurse uniforms. They gleamed white in the darkness, and it reminded her of how ragged she looked.

Sorting through the sizes, she grabbed the right sized one, and carried it to the bathroom. There, she took off her boots, and looked at her shortened appearance in the full length mirror.

Her eyes brimmed with tears at the convincing costume Jerry had given her to take care of. It was destroyed. She had trash and motorcycle pieces tangled in her hair extensions. The jacket she had was pretty torn up. Her skin was dirty, and the makeup was starting to smudge.

Slapping her cheeks, Kyoko stopped sniffling at once. She gave herself a serious, berating look for thinking about something as insignificant as her own appearance as Tsuruga-san lay in bed, much worse.

I must take care of Tsuruga-san first!

Going into hurried housekeeper mode, Kyoko showered, changed, washed the floors (as they had walked inside with their shoes on in their eagerness to get Tsuruga to bed), and gathered the medical supplies she needed to take care of her senpai in about five minutes.

Kyoko blushed at his sleeping figure once again, unsure of where to start. She knew he needed to sleep, but some of his wounds were bad. They would need to be cleaned as soon as possible to avoid infection.

Devil Kyoko and Angel Kyoko battled in her mind.

"I have to take care of him!"

"You just want to see him with his shirt off." Devil Kyoko snickered, as the angel cried.

"That's not true! My intentions are pure!"

They glared bolts at each other. She shook her head to clear them away.

Tsuruga-san has helped me when I needed him. He has pushed me, but supported me almost since the beginning. He has shown me a side of Tsuruga Ren that he wouldn't let many see. This is the least I could do for him. He needs me…

Her cheeks flushed. She had been needed before; Sho would have never survived if she hadn't come to Tokyo with him, but it had been completely one sided. He never would have helped her when she was in need. Tsuruga however, he had helped her with no seek of repayment. He was firm, but gentle with her, even while he hated her. When he was proud of her, he'd give her an amazing smile that made feel embarrassed, but pleased.

With that thought, Kyoko slowly started to take off his shoes, trying to be as gentle as possible. He barely moved as she stripped him, and she became slowly less embarrassed as she went along. She had only paused to apologize fifteen times, before cutting off the tattered shirt. It was much beyond saving anyways, even with her sowing skill. She didn't have enough thread.

"Kyoko-chan…"

She froze above his figure, holding her breath, the medicated wet sponge in her right hand. She had already cleaned off his face, pants and arms as best she could, but he hadn't stirred much before. She only had his chest left, embarrassed by the nude flesh. Her breath was held, as she watched his sleeping face grimace with pain.

"I'm so sorry…hurting you…Kyoko-chan…"

Her face fell into confusion as she looked at him. Had he hurt her? She played the last couple of hours in her head. She had been more worried, than anything. Physical pain hadn't really registered on her radar.

Kyoko lightly took a breath, unsure of what to do or say. Instead, she started stroking his chest with the sponge, tending to its injured flesh.

"You couldn't hurt me Tsuruga-san…"

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I thought I was done writing this story, but the more I read it, the more it frustrated me. I had fallen into the same pitfall that made me pull my hair out when reading other stories. Kyoko feelings were never quite explained, or felt rushed.

I'm not sure if I crawled out of that pitfall with writing this chapter, but I knew I had to write something in her point of view.

More than ever, I'd like to ask for reviews. Was it convincing? I really tried to fuse the motherly Kyoko, with the shy Kyoko, with the oblivious one. I'm not sure how well it went.