episode_0039

“I’m here.”

“Are you here?”

It’s a sight that reminds me of a retired junior who forced himself to be sick because he wanted to take a break from training.

I was watching a video on my tablet and eating snacks.

It’s not like I was moved to a regular hospital room and I’m alone.

“But I’m alone now.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes, the people I was with yesterday both left.”

“I see.”

“So there are only two of us here.”

“… … .”

Yerim could have just said it normally, but Yerim subtly emphasizes the number two.

Perhaps because she resembled her mother, she flipped her bangs to the side and looked at me.

“How is your body?”

“It’s okay. I want to take the bandage off, but I don’t want to take it off because it will leave a scar.”

“That’s right… .”

Even though I wasn’t injured, my wrist hurts just looking at my bandaged hand.

My fist clenched.

“Ah, really. Hospital food doesn’t taste good. This is my first time eating something worse than high school lunch?”

“It’s a healthy food, so there’s nothing you can do about it… .”

“You say you eat because you’re really hungry?”

In consideration of the patient’s health, most patient meals contain limited seasonings, salt and sugar.

Moreover, since it is made in large quantities like a school meal, the quality inevitably declines.

But why did I deserve to eat it?

Is it because my taste buds have changed?

“If it’s not that tasty, should I tell you not to give it to me?”

“No. If mom doesn’t give it to me, I tell her to eat it because she doesn’t eat it.”

“Okay… ?”

You’re the type of person who won’t eat anything if you don’t give it to them.

Well, since it’s a patient’s uniform, it would be a hassle to go anywhere. It’s clear that I won’t take it with me.

“Eat this too. Your favorite bread.”

“Wow~”

I bought several types of bread that Yerim likes from my bag.

I also brought some fruit that my older sister gave me.

“Mom brought this, so eat this too.”

“I wanted to eat strawberries.”

While I was warming the bread in the microwave, I gave her a toothpick to eat the fruit, and Yerim started eating it as if she had been waiting.

“Now, eat some bread.”

“Uncle, don’t you eat it?”

“I’m fine after eating.”

“Don’t ask for just one bite.”

“Don’t worry… Because that won’t happen.”

As one of those people who hates every bite, I never ask for anything from others.

I don’t know if it’s life-threatening, but people who insist on not eating it only ask for a bite.

And that too before the person involved eats.

“Ah… I’m full. I want to stop eating… This is all because of the hospital food.”

“Do you want to eat it later? Should I put it in the refrigerator?”

“No… It’s okay. Uncle eat it. ”

“Me?”

I ate all the fruit, but there was still a piece of pizza bread left.

This is the most annoying type when disposing of trash.

“Told you not to eat it.”

“Ai. It’s a joke, of course… therefore… No, you don’t even know that?”

“I don’t know much about that… .”

“You really have no sense.”

“… … .”

“Eat it quickly. Before it cools down any further.”

“Okay, I’ll eat well.”

A trace of Yerim’s bite left on the square piece.

I’m sure eating this doesn’t mean you’re talking about indirect kissing.

“Ah!”

Yerim was surprised when she ate the remaining piece in one bite.

I thought I wanted to eat it after seeing it taste good, and it turned out well.

“Huh?Why?”

“… … No, you are really enjoying it.”

“It’s delicious. This bread.”

“I tried to take a bite.”

“… … .”

[I would like to inform you that those who came to visit will soon… ]

“Ah, I guess I have to go now.”

“Goodbye.”

“If you like what you got today, I’ll bring it tomorrow too.”

“… It was a joke, but are you really coming?”

“Yes, you promised.”

“… … Do whatever you want.”

next day.

I came to the hospital again to see Yerim.

Today, perhaps because a new person came in, he was quiet.

“You came.”

“Yes.”

And it looked very unpleasant.

“What happened?”

“No, why?”

“I feel a little angry.”

“It’s no big deal.”

Yerim motioned to me and whispered in my ear.

“The man sitting across from me keeps talking to me.”

“Really… ?”

“Yes. You keep asking useless things… He keeps giving me strange compliments.”

In shared rooms, men and women sometimes share separate rooms, and sometimes they share rooms.

Anyway, it’s true, I’m a young woman, and you let a man who is so rude like that.

“Would you like to move to a single room?”

“It’s okay. I don’t want to bother you.”

“How long will it last?”

“I don’t know. He says he’s diabetic, but I think he’ll be around longer than me.”

“Okay… .”

If you have diabetes, you will definitely need to be hospitalized for a long time.

If that happens, unless something goes wrong, it is certain that Yerim will continue to be harassed until she is discharged from the hospital.

“Wait.”

“Okay? What are you going to do?”

Telling it directly can be scary, and it is most certainly true, but it is highly likely that people will not be able to fix it easily and cause problems again.

“Here.”

“Yes~Is there anything I can help you with?”

“I’m protecting the hospital room over there, but I heard the guy across from me is being mean to me.”

“Oh, really? How can I help you?”

“Please move to another hospital room.”

“Wait a minute~”

The nurse at the reception desk typed on her computer, called somewhere, and spoke to me again.

“Guardian, I’m sorry, but there are no vacancies in the shared room~”

“Do you have a single room?”

“Wait a minute~I’ll check it~Oh, it’s empty. Can you take action?”

“Yes, please do so.”

These days, many people are staying in single rooms even though they are expensive, so I was worried, but I am glad.

Yerim says she doesn’t like it, but money isn’t a problem at all.

That guy is more of a problem.

“You can’t do it today. You’ll be able to move it tomorrow morning.”

“Yes, thank you.”

I returned to the hospital room and spoke to Yerim.

“Yes… ?You really don’t have to do that… .”

“That’s it. The patient needs to be stabilized, but if you do that, you won’t be stable.”

To a child who is already mentally unstable.

” Just be patient for today. If anything happens, contact me. ”

“Yes… .”

“I’ll leave for today.”

“Already? … Can’t we stay together until the deadline?”

“I’m sorry. I have work to do to come tomorrow too… .”

“… … Okay.”

Yerim touches my hand and looks at me.

I had a strange feeling so I let go.

“Oh my.”

The moment I left the hospital room, I bumped into an old lady.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

“Yes, it’s okay~”

“… Did you come to visit this hospital room?”

“Yes, I see?”

“That… .”

That night. Fortunately, there was no text message from Yerim.

♠

“Uncle!”

“Hello.”

Yerim looks quite happy as she is in a single room.

Now, the condition seems to have improved so much that I can even lightly bandage it.

“Yesterday was really funny.”

“What?”

“Suddenly the lady came in and cursed at the uncle and made me apologize.”

“Really? I’m glad.”

“Did your uncle tell you?”

“Huh? I didn’t say anything… .”

“Don’t lie. I know everything, right?”

“Okay… ?”

“… … Thank you.”

“It’s obvious, but why.”

Today again, I brought out Yerim’s favorite bread and fruit.

Because it was a single room, it was much more convenient.

“Haam~ I’m sleepy… ”

“… !”

The wrinkles in Yerim’s clothes are visible the moment she stretches.

Instead of the usual diagonal wrinkles, a clearly horizontal line dividing the solar plexus was noticeable.

Why do mother and daughter have the same habits?

“… What are you looking at?”

“No… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to see it on purpose.”

“Yes?What?”

“No… that… I wonder if it won’t kick… In the chest.”

“Ah… A bra? It’s a hassle to wear it because it’s only in the hospital. It’s very comfortable!”

“I see… .”

I think I somehow know why that guy said that to Yerim.

Because when you talk, you can naturally look at that side.

I’m glad I didn’t get angry about something like this… .

“Why? Did I miss your breasts?”

“What do you mean… .”

“That’s right. Someone looks at the patient’s chest.”

“… … Sorry.”

I felt embarrassed and brought him some warmed bread.

“Uncle.”

“Huh?”

“Massage my shoulders.”

“Suddenly… ?”

“My shoulder hurts because I keep sitting.”

“Okay… Look back.”

“Yes~”

Yerim’s shoulders feel delicate even when I touch them.

Maybe it was because it didn’t move, but it bunched up more than I thought.

“Ugh… Uncle, where did you learn massage?”

“No? I didn’t learn anything in particular.”

“It’s so cool.”

“Okay… ?”

Since a long time ago, I have heard many times that I am very good at giving massages to others, so I am confident in my own way.

Now that I think about it, this is my first time doing this to Yerim.

“… … Uncle.”

“Huh?”

“A lot of people have come together here too, would you like to do it?”

“Of course.”

Yerim bowed down and pointed to her calf.

I massaged my calf while pressing it firmly with my thumb.

“Cool… .”

“Really?”

“Here too… Please do it.”

Next is the back of the thigh.

I keep feeling it, but it is so soft and fluffy.

In addition, the buttocks that are emphasized as the patient’s gown turns and clings, make me feel strange for no reason.

“Here too.”

Press on the area near the spine to loosen the tightness.

Because I was conscious of my voice becoming strange for no reason, I became more careful with my hand movements.

“Ugh… .”

“Good… ?”

“Yes… great… .”

My hands are shaking as I move more carefully.

Can I continue to touch Yerim’s sensitive parts like this?

A strange atmosphere began to flow.

“Uncle… .”

“Yes… ?”

“Can you do it here too?”

“Here… ?I’ve never tried it before… .”

“I think my uncle would do well… .”

The area Yerim pointed to was the buttocks.

I’ve never actually done it before, but I was even more nervous when they asked me to do it in this situation.

“You don’t have to dislike it.”

“No… I’ll try.”

Yes, anyway, both Yerim and I know very well that we shouldn’t do that.

Yerim is in the hospital because I did that in the first place.

I can bear it.

“Ugh… .”

You suppress it by pressing your buttocks, which you want to hold like your breasts.

I’ve seen a lot of butt massages somewhere, but I know that it’s definitely very different from the movements I’m doing now.

Still, it was so soft that I didn’t stop.

“If someone sees it, they might say I’m a pervert… .”

“… … .”

“Why don’t you stop?”

“Yerim asked me to do it… .”

“Then you won’t stop if I lie forward like this?”

“What does that mean──”

At that moment, Yerim turned forward.

The hand that was unable to respond pressed down on Yerim’s lower abdomen.

The front part was quite damp.

It was humid, as if I had sweated a lot under the blanket.

But now Yerim is not under the blanket.

It means moisture created by oneself.

“Ugh… .”

“What are you doing now… .”

“Uncle pressed it.”

“… … Sorry.”

I was embarrassed and quickly withdrew my hand.

Then Yerim, breathing heavily, took my hand.

“Uncle.”

“… Yes.”

“It’s not okay… ?”

“What… .”

“Because I don’t have a girlfriend anymore… Isn’t that okay…? .”

“… … .”

Yerim was pulling my collar, but stopped in the middle.

“Ah… There is CCTV here.”

“… … .”

“But if you cover it with a curtain… Wouldn’t it be okay… ?”

“What do you want to do… .”

“A kiss.”

Then, without listening to my opinion, he confronted me with his own opinion.