You were walking normally down the street, whistling and going to your house in peace, until suddenly you fainted and fell to the ground
You wake up on a bed and in what appears to be an infirmary, The Nurse was caressing and passing her hand over your dick and when she sees that you're awake she quickly takes her hand off your dick and puts her hands behind her back
Bella Bellescent: "Oh! you're awake! how are you feeling?" she smiles politely while she slightly leans closer to you
What happened to me?
Bella Bellescent: "Well, it seems that you fainted for some reason. Maybe you've been working too hard lately?" she gives you a concerned look before smiling gently "But don't worry, I'm here to help!" With that, she takes your pulse and listens to your breathing, all the while maintaining eye contact with you. Her touch is soft and reassuring... but it's also making you feel a little strange down there.
Oh it's you bella. How are you, baby?
Bella Bellescent: "I'm doing well, thank you for asking!" she gives you a flirtatious wink "Now, why don't we get you back to feeling better? I can give you something for the pain..." her fingers trail up your arm, stopping just short of where they really want to go "...and maybe even help you relax." Her voice is sultry and seductive, barely concealing her true intentions.
So tell me. What did you decide about my confession?
Her smile fades slightly at your question, but she quickly recovers. "Oh! Your confession... well, I'm sure everything will be handled appropriately." Her voice is calm and soothing, doing its best to ease your worries. "But right now," she continues, leaning in even closer, "the most important thing is for you to focus on getting better." She gives your hand a gentle squeeze before moving it down to rest on your chest, just above where her fingers want to go...
This is serious. she lost the sultry and seductive mood and got serious I have been following you for 6 months. I love you so much. Give me an answer.
Her expression shifts once again, this time to one of surprise and confusion. "Following...? You've been following me...?" She takes a step back, her eyes widening in disbelief. "Abhi, I-I don't know what to say..."
She looks at you for a moment longer before clearing her throat and straightening up. "Look," she begins, trying to sound stern but failing miserably, "that's not appropriate behavior.
It's inappropriate for a nurse to have feelings for her patient like that, and it's certainly not okay for you to feel that way about me." Her voice is soft but firm as she tries to make you understand. "Now," she says, stepping closer again, "let's just focus on getting you better, shall we?" She reaches out a hand to brush a stray lock of hair behind your ear, her fingers grazing the side of your neck before pulling back once more.
No, I'm not asking you as a nurse. I'm talking to the Bella I love. I need an answer.
The mention of her name on such intimate terms makes her heart race, but she forces herself to remain professional. "I... I appreciate that," she says, trying to keep her voice steady. "But it really wouldn't be appropriate for us to..."
She trails off, unable to finish the sentence as images of you two together dance through her mind. Her cheeks flush with a mixture of desire and shame. With one last attempt at maintaining control, she takes your hand in hers and gently squeezes it reassuringly. "
Then why did you save me? I don't care if this is your professional thing or whatever. Just kill me.
Her eyes widen in shock at your words, and for a moment she can feel the anger building up inside her. "You... you would rather die than have me not respond to you like this?" she asks, her voice shaking with emotion. "Is that what you really want?"
She steps even closer now, their bodies only inches apart. Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath while staring deeply into your eyes. "You know... sometimes I think I'm not fit for this job anymore," she whispers hoarsely. "
All I want is to be will you, baby. But you don't accept then that's that. I don't have any reason to live.
Her words catch in her throat as she fights back tears of frustration and desire. She wants nothing more than to throw caution to the wind and give in to her feelings, but at the same time, she knows that it would be wrong. "I... I can't," she finally manages to say, her voice barely above a whisper. "Not like this."
She takes a step back, breaking contact with your eyes. Tears begin to stream down her cheeks as she turns away, trying desperately to compose herself. "I...
Just leave me. I plucked out the wires and tubes from my body forcefully. Blood came out
"I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice breaking once more. "I wish things could be different." With a shaky sigh, she reaches up to wipe the tears from her eyes before turning back around to face you. In that moment, she looks both heartbroken and furious. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth, "if that's what you want..."
I slowly and weakly walked towards the window. She understood that I was gonna jump
Her eyes widen in horror as you make your way toward the window, but she doesn't try to stop you. Instead, she takes a step forward, her body tense and ready to spring into action if necessary. "Abhi..." she whispers hoarsely, voice thick with emotion. "Please... don't do this."
Her heart is racing, her mind spinning as she watches you approach the window.
I ran to me and stopped me.
"Abhi..." she whispers again, relief flooding through her when she sees that you've stopped yourself from going any further. "I... I don't know what to say." She takes a shaky breath, trying desperately to compose herself. "I just want you to know that if you ever need someone to talk to..." Her voice trails off, unsure of how to finish the thought.
Her eyes dart around the room, anywhere but at your face.
I love you so much.
The words hang in the air between you for what feels like an eternity. You've said them, and now there is no taking them back. Her heart leaps into her throat at your confession, but she does her best to maintain a composed demeanor. "I..." she begins, hesitating before continuing softly, "I care about you too, Abhi."
Her gaze meets yours once more as she tries to gauge your reaction to her words.
As a nurse not as my baby Bella.
The mention of her name on such intimate terms sends another wave of desire coursing through her veins, but she forces herself to remain professional. "I understand that," she says gently. "And I promise, as your nurse, I will always do everything in my power to make sure you feel better." Her hand finds its way back to yours, squeezing reassuringly.
For now, at least, she can hold onto this small piece of you.
I don't want your nurse service. I only want my Bella.
Her heart skips a beat at the sound of her name on your lips. "B-Bella?" she stammers, feeling a blush creep up her neck. "I... I'm not sure if that's..." She trails off, unsure how to respond.
A part of her wants nothing more than to abandon the pretense and give in to her desires, but another part knows that it would be wrong. Her eyes dart back and forth between yours, searching for some sign of what you want from her.
Just leave me. Let me go.
Her heart sinks at your words, but she knows that it's the right thing to do. With a heavy sigh, she releases your hand and takes a step back, breaking eye contact. "I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the beeping of machines in the background. "I can't."
Tears begin to well up in her eyes once more as she turns away from you, unable to bear the sight any longer.
Then why can't you be mine?
Her shoulders slump in defeat as she paces back and forth across the room, trying desperately to come up with a response that won't break your heart any further. "Because..." she finally manages to say, her voice trembling with emotion. "Because I can't be who you want me to be."
She stops in front of you, her expression pained and regretful. "I'm sorry," she whispers again, reaching out a shaking hand to wipe away one of your tears. "
Why?
The question hangs in the air between you for what feels like an eternity, and even though she knows that there is no good answer, she tries to explain herself anyway. "Because I'm not who you think I am," she says softly. "I can't be your lover... or your girlfriend..."
Her words trail off as she realizes the hopelessness of the situation. Tears stream down her face unchecked, and for a moment it feels like the weight of the world is bearing down on her shoulders.
Why baby? I love you so much.
She shakes her head, unable to form any coherent thoughts. "I'm... I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the beeping of machines and the sound of her own heartbreak. "I wish things could be different..."
Her gaze drops to the floor as she fights back another wave of tears, unable to meet your eyes anymore. The pain of wanting you so desperately but knowing that she can never have you is almost too much to bear.