"...!" The doctor's eyes widened along with his mouth but didn't continue to utter a word and remained silent as he watch Lieutenant Narc staring at the ground in a daze.
"Everything happened so fast..." Lieutenant Narc said in a low tone, his fist clenching. "Everything... All of it... it's all my fault..."
"Don't blame yourself –"
"You won't understand what I feel!" Lieutenant Narc cut the doctor off with a yell, glaring at him with watery eyes as if he was about to cry.
"...!" The doctor jolted and stepped back one step while the nurse hid behind him, shivering.
"Every time I shut my eyes off when I'm trying to sleep," Lieutenant Narc continued, his voice returned to a low tone, "his face keeps popping up. No matter how much I apologize, it just kept haunting me until the sun rises."
"..."
All of us inside didn't bother to utter a word as we watch him silently, subtly turning his face away from us as his tears came down pouring.
"L-Let's calm down for now," The doctor stuttered, forcing a smile. "Right? Let's calm down..."
"Jay was a great friend..." Lieutenant Narc wiped off his eyes with his hand. "He really was..."
"How about we talk outside for now," The doctor approached him slowly, gently placing his hand on Lieutenant Narc's shoulder. "Let's give Mr. Fisher here a quiet rest, r-right?"
"Hmm..." Lieutenant Narc nodded, still wiping his eyes. "S-Sorry for yelling. I just couldn't hold back..."
"I-It's all right, it's all right," The doctor stuttered, leading Lieutenant Narc toward the door to step outside. "Let's not talk about that topic anymore, r-right?"
"Y-Yeah..." Lieutenant Narc blew his nose into the doctor's scrubs without restraints.
"W-What are you doing, Sir Barlowe...?" The doctor looked at him, making a confused expression but still maintaining his forced smile. "Y-You know that this is my scrubs, right?"
"My hanky's all wet..." Lieutenant Narc replied, wiping his nose more into it. "I'll just let you touch my abs in exchange so don't worry..."
"No...! N-No, I-It's fine, it's fine!" The doctor forced a laugh, smiling awkwardly after making a squirming expression. "Use it, please do. You can even spit on it if you'd like to."
"Who would spit on someone's clothes?" Lieutenant Narc whispered to himself, still wiping his nose. "That's disgusting..."
"..."
Blowing and wiping your nose into someone's cloth isn't?
"T-That would be disgusting, right?" The doctor let out a forced laugh and sighed. "Let's go outside, shall we? Sir Rem, can you stay here for a moment?"
"...Understood."
After I replied, they exited the room and walked away. The nurse stayed with me inside the room, staring at me from head to toe while walking slowly toward me.
"Hey~" The nurse started to touch me for the second time, brushing her fingers through my body. "We're all alone here, huh~"
"I think you forgot someone," I said, looking at General Roger. "So technically we're not alone – Hmpff..."
"Shh~" she suddenly placed her finger in my mouth, rubbing it back and forth. "Forget the small details~"
"..."
Do nurses' jobs require them to rub their bodies with patients?
"How about we move Sir Fisher here to somewhere else so we can lay together on the bed~?" The nurse glanced at General Roger, still brushing her fingers through my body. "Or perhaps you prefer doing it even without the bed~?"
Do 'it'? What exactly is 'it'? She said in the bed so did she mean sleeping?
"I'm a robot," I said, watching her. "I can't sleep –"
"Oh~ A roleplay, huh~?" She cut me off, forcefully inserting her index finger inside my mouth. "Does seeing me in a nurse outfit makes you excited~? But a nurse and a robot, huh... I don't understand your kink but that's fine by me~ I think it's hot~ This robot can thrust its big fat enormous bolt into this nurse right here after she takes your temperature~ Ram this dirty little bitchy nurse here twenty-four seven~" She then removed her finger from my mouth and licked it while moaning.
"...?"
Roleplay? Kink? Big fat enormous bolt? Dirty little bitchy nurse? This is the first time I got bombarded with words I don't understand from a single person. The vocabulary in my system isn't updated, I guess...
"Hmm?" She looked at the finger she used to insert my mouth with, her eyebrows knitted in confusion. "Why is it dry?"
"That's how just my body works."
It's only natural that a body made out of steel can't produce a substance called liquid on itself.
"Is that so?" she said, staring into my eyes. "But you know what's wet~?"
"...What?"
And why is she grabbing my hand and slowly placing it into her crotch?
"My pus-"
"Nurse Emily, you're still here. I've been searching for you." The doctor from earlier cut her off, standing outside the room, peeping inside through the small gap in the door. "C'mon, we've got a lot of things to do."
So the Nurse's name was Emily. Well, leaving that aside for a moment, what did she mean by pus? Did she mean the yellowish or greenish liquid coming out from an infected tissue? That 'pus'? I mean she's right about that being wet but why did she say 'my'? Did she have one? And she wants me to touch it? Why?
Nurse Emily, I don't understand her...
"Tsk..." Nurse Emily clicked her tongue. "Just when things are getting hot..."
"...?"
Hot? What did she mean by 'hot'? Her pus? Her pus is hot? I don't think something like pus would be hot. I think she should check that with a doctor...
"Well, I've got a job to do..." Nurse Emily sighed, brushing both of her hands through my body. "Let's continue our fun at another time, my little devil robot~" Before walking out of the room, she kissed me on the cheek and lightly grope my buttocks while biting her lower lip.
"...Understood."
A little devil robot? What's that? Did she even understand what I was saying?
After I thought that she was gone, she peeked at the room and mouthed the word 'call me', giving me what seemed to be a flying kiss of some sort.
'When did she give me her phone number?' is what I was about to say but I suddenly notice something poking out from one of the pockets in my pants. It appears to be a piece of paper that has numbers written on it.
"...?"
When did she have the time to write this earlier? Alongside what seemed to be her phone number, it even has a drawing of a bolt on it with the words 'I can't wait~' written beside it.
Why a bolt? And what's there to wait? Do nurses like bolts that much? If so, then do doctors like them too?
"..."
Nurses, I don't... No, there's no point in saying it for the third time...
