The Mafia & Her Doctor (g!p)

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As much as I said i'm taking my time, i just love writing lol.

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YOKO POV

Yoko's eyes fluttered open, slowly adjusting to her surroundings. She blinked a few times, feeling the softness of the bed beneath her, cocooned by sheets that were undoubtedly the most luxurious she'd ever felt. The headache pounding behind her temples reminded her she'd had too much to drink, and for a moment, she struggled to recall the events of the previous night. The last hazy memory she had was of sitting at a bar, drowning her pain, barely able to hold herself together.

She took a deep breath, wincing as she became aware of the dull ache in her stomach. Her eyes scanned the room—high ceilings, intricate molding, warm, muted colors, and soft lighting that bathed everything in an elegant glow. The decor was both understated and opulent, everything precisely chosen to radiate elegance. Confused, she whispered to herself, "Where am I...?"

Suddenly, she heard the soft creak of a door opening, and her gaze snapped toward it. Faye Malisorn emerged, fresh from the shower, her hair damp, cascading over her shoulders, droplets glistening on her skin. She wore a simple black robe, somehow managing to look both effortless and intimidating. For a moment, Faye's expression softened with surprise upon seeing Yoko awake. She seemed to stammer slightly, an unusual fluster in her demeanor.

"You're... you're awake. I—um," Faye stuttered, momentarily caught off guard.

Yoko felt a surge of nausea rise, a knot twisting sharply in her stomach. She lifted a shaky hand, silently signaling for Faye to stop, then bolted from the bed, barely making it to the bathroom. She pushed open the door, her fingers gripping the counter as she leaned over the sink, letting out the remnants of the night before. Her entire body heaved, and as the nausea overtook her, tears began streaming down her face, not just from the discomfort but from a sense of vulnerability that felt foreign and unwelcome.

Faye's knock came gently on the bathroom door. "Are you—okay? I'm coming in." Her voice was softer than Yoko had ever heard it, laced with concern.

Yoko wanted to protest, wanted to close herself off, but she didn't have the strength. She felt Faye's presence beside her, and then a warm hand resting on her back, rubbing gentle circles as she continued to empty her stomach. Yoko's instinct was to pull away, to create space between herself and the woman she hardly knew, yet felt inexplicably bound to. But she was too drained to resist.

"It's okay... I've got you," Faye murmured, her voice a low, steady comfort. Yoko could hear the unusual gentleness, felt the sincerity behind those words. Faye's hand never faltered, grounding her through every painful wave of nausea until it finally subsided.

After what felt like an eternity, Yoko's body stilled, and she took a few shallow breaths, trying to reorient herself. She straightened up slowly, feeling the cool air against her flushed skin, and glanced sideways at Faye, her gaze softening despite herself. There was no teasing in Faye's expression, no cocky smile—just a quiet, steady compassion. Yoko looked away, feeling strangely exposed.

Wordlessly, she began to walk back toward the bed, moving slowly, with Faye trailing behind her, a silent shadow, her eyes watchful and unwavering. Yoko sank into the bed, her body heavy with exhaustion. She pressed her palms against her temples, hoping the pressure might soothe the pounding ache in her head.

Faye slipped out of the room briefly, but she was back in moments, this time with one of the household staff following closely behind her. The woman was carrying a tray with a steaming teapot, a small teacup, and a few pills on the side. She approached with a respectful nod.

"Good morning, Dr. Apasra," the woman greeted softly. "I've brought you some pills and a warm ginger tea to soothe your stomach. It should help ease the nausea."