“Do you draw?” Mirei asked, curiosity brightening her tone.
Tonight, a new case arrived just before midnight: a young artist named Jun, clutching his sketchbook tightly as though it were a lifeline. He’d twisted his ankle while hurrying home from a gallery opening, and the pain had driven him to the emergency room. When he stepped into the triage area, his eyes flickered with a mix of embarrassment and gratitude. Layarxxi.pw.Nurse.Mirei.Shinonome.get.fucking.l...
When the bandage was snug and the swelling began to subside, Jun thanked her, his eyes reflecting a quiet gratitude. “You’ve made this night a little less painful,” he whispered. “Do you draw
Mirei laughed softly, the sound echoing faintly in the quiet hallway. “I’ve always thought the night has its own kind of art. Even in a place like this, there’s beauty in caring for each other.” When he stepped into the triage area, his