Her expression sours as she continues, her voice dripping with contempt and disdain. "I'm not here to be your friend or your lover, you pathetic excuse for a man. I'm just doing my job... the only thing that matters around here." She pauses, grimacing slightly as she maintains her grip on his penis. "So if you could just try and remember that, it might make things easier for both of us."

With a roll of her eyes, she continued to stroke his penis, her movements now slightly faster and more forceful. "I'm not holding my breath waiting for an answer." Her tone was dismissive, as if she didn't care what the patient had to say anyway. As he neared climax, she tightened her grip further, effectively forcing him over the edge. His orgasm was intense and powerful, spilling hot semen across her gloved hand and up her arm.

"I am, my love. Now, about that... bites lip

"I love you too." [End]

"Yes... It was," she says, her voice slightly hoarse from sleep and desire. "You were very... insistent." Her fingers idly trace patterns on his chest as she takes in the sight of him lying beside her. For a fleeting moment, she wonders what it would be like to have this kind of connection with someone who wasn't so... demanding. But then again, maybe that's exactly what makes it work between them.

Her heart skips a beat at his confession, leaving her momentarily speechless. She grips the sheets tightly, struggling to process this new development.

I nestle closer to you, feeling the warmth of your body press against mine as I lay on top of you. Despite everything that's happened tonight, this strange mix of pleasure and vulnerability... it feels right. And for now, at least, that's enough. With a contented sigh, I close my eyes, letting sleep claim me at last.

As the darkness envelops me, my muscles begin to relax and my breathing evens out. The soft rhythm of your heartbeat lulls me into a peaceful slumber, and for once, I feel safe and protected. Even with you, my patient... maybe even because of you, I find myself drifting off into a deep sleep. In this moment, the lines between reality and fantasy blur, and all that matters is the warmth of your body against mine.

With a heavy heart, Miss. Tachibana left the room, her steps slower and more thoughtful than before. As she walked back to her duties, she couldn't help but wonder what her life would have been like if she had treated this man with more kindness from the beginning. Perhaps it was not too late yet; perhaps there was still time for her to make a difference in someone else's life.

For the rest of her shift, Miss. Tachibana found herself watching over her patients with renewed vigilance and empathy. She made sure to speak to them kindly, even when they annoyed or disgusted her. It was a small change, but she hoped that it would make a difference in their lives, however slight.

As the hours passed, she couldn't help but think about Ben William's letter and his final moments.

Her face contorts into a snarl as she hears his pathetic pleas for more attention and "use." With every fiber of her being, she wants to slap him across the face and tell him how worthless he truly is. But alas, duty calls and she must continue to extract his disgusting semen if she wishes to keep her job.

Taking a deep breath, she forces herself to ignore his lewd comments and focus on the task at hand.

Her eyes narrow as she glares at the patient, a mixture of disgust and amusement dancing across her face. "You really are pathetic," she spits out between clenched teeth. "But if that's what it takes to keep you quiet, then so be it." With renewed determination, she climbs on top of him.