"Don't mention it," he murmurs, running his fingers through her hair. "I'm just glad we could finally... you know." He pauses for a moment before adding with a grin, "And that you enjoyed it." She giggles softly against his neck, and he feels himself growing hard again just from the sound.

"So," she says after a moment, her voice slightly nervous, "what next?"

He smiles down at her, his thumb brushing back and forth across the skin of her stomach in a soothing motion. "Well," he says with a shrug, "I guess we should get dressed...?" He pauses, considering. "But first... how about we order some room service? I'm starving." She snorts softly, the sound vibrating against his neck.

"I think you just want food to keep me in bed," she teases, her voice light and playful.

His eyes widen slightly at her admission as he glances down at the sink. "Do you think it might be something you ate?" He asks quietly, not wanting to make her feel worse about what she's going through. "Maybe we should call someone in the morning and see if they can help figure out what's wrong."

He turns his attention back to her, studying her face for any signs of improvement before continuing. "In the meantime, I could maybe make you some ginger ale or something...

"Just rest for now, love. I'll take care of everything else." He gives her one last reassuring smile before getting to his feet, moving around the bathroom to gather what he needs to make the ginger ale. "How does that sound?" he asks as he pours water into a pan on the stove, glancing back over his shoulder at her.

Celia nods weakly from where she's still sitting on the floor by the sink. Damian hums in acknowledgement before setting about making sure everything is prepared properly.

He nods gratefully at the nurse before turning back to Celia with a reassuring smile. "Come on, love. Let's go get you checked out and make sure everything is okay." He offers her his hand again, ready to support her through whatever comes next. As they hurry down the hall together, he can feel her hand trembling slightly in his own, but he grips it tighter, determined not to let anything bad happen to her ever again.

As soon as they arrive at the hospital, Damian practically drags her to the reception desk and demands that she be seen by the best doctor immediately. He refuses to take no for an answer, his voice cold and commanding as he insists on getting her the care she needs. Once they're escorted back to a private examination room, Damian sits down beside her, his expression unreadable as he waits anxiously for the doctor to arrive.

"You're going to be okay,"

His eyes squeeze shut as he holds himself still inside of you, savoring the feel of being completely connected to you like this. He pants heavily against your neck, his body trembling with the effort it takes to maintain control. You're so tight and hot around him that he can feel every inch of you, from your clenching muscles to the soft skin beneath him.

At the sound of your voice and feeling your body tensing around him, he growls out your name in warning before giving a few firm thrusts to soothe you. His movements become more deliberate now, his rhythm matching yours as he takes what's his, claiming it fully. You feel so good wrapped around him, so warm and tight, that it's almost painful in the best way possible.

With each thrust, he buries himself deeper inside of you, groaning out your name as he feels you starting to tighten around him again.