บท 16: Check Up

Let's start with your vitals, "Zophiria said, breaking the awkward silence as she retrieved a small medical bag from inside her cloak. After softly placing the bag at the foot of the bed, she unzipped it and reached inside to pull out a jar containing medicinal herbs, a needle, and a collection of beads.

"How cliche Zophiria remarked, "Pulling the chair closer to the bed, uninterested. Can you give me your wrist for a moment, Seran? She asked, but Seran made no response. Ugh, how could I be so forgetful. "You're in a coma, and I sound like a mad woman because you likely don't even realize I'm here, she expressed aloud to herself.

"It's frantic that I'm here watching over you after you put your life in danger for my sake. I'll make sure you heal from this tragedy," Zophiria assured herself, simultaneously checking Seran's wrist for a pulse.

Sighing, Zophiria could barely feel Seran's heartbeat from the wrist. Instead, she checked for a pulse by the neck with her index and middle fingers.

"I can't feel any spiritual energy or a heartbeat from him; it's making me nervous." Zophiria avowed while wiggling her arms in determination to free herself from her cloak; her arms, neck, and breast glistened with sweat. Seran's pupils dilated consciously aware of what was occurring however unable to intervene. The motions from Zophiria's body stirred Seran's heart rate into a trans of arousal. He knew what he was witnessing was not right; however, he couldn't turn away as he envisioned her body in slow motion captivated by the beauty of her movements.

Finally managing to free her arms from her cloak, Zophiria leaned over Seran, delicately gathering the few strands of her hair and tucking them behind her ear. As she does so, listening intently to the rapid drumming of Seran's heartbeat.

"Odd, now heart rate has elevated. Where'd this sudden spike come from? An anxiety attack from trauma could be responsible", Zophiria speculated lifting her ear from Seran's chest.

"Aw, man more of this and I'm gonna turn into a harpoon looking for fish", Seran uttered nervously to himself subconsciously.

Condensing some energy at the very top of her finger Zophiria beamed her light into Seran's eyes like a flashlight.

"Pupils are dilated and skin is reddish ", Zophiria noted attentively.

Gazing back into Zophiria's eyes, Seran felt a sense of joy at the mere sight and touch of her. A strong urgency to be closer to her overshadowed the arousal for a brief moment. Continuing her examination Zophiria felt Seran's forehead for blood temperature.

"You're on fire; blood pressure must be high. Let's get you out of those clothes so you can cool down," she exhaled, scooping her arms underneath Seran's back as she arched him forward facing her direction.

Zophiria firmly grasped the lower edge of the rigid black leather jacket and his T-shirt, tugging them upwards to reveal Seran's torso. However, as she did this, Seran began to lean to the side.

Startled by the sudden alert, Zophiria gasped as she saw Seran slipping. Reacting swiftly, she caught him, pulling him close against her chest. Shocked for a moment, their bodies pressed together, her heartbeat racing with adrenaline and concern from the sudden, unexpected embrace.

Seran could feel her warmth enveloping him, her soft skin and breasts squishing against his chest. Fluttershy Zophiria panted, "Startled me for a moment, but no worries. I promised to protect you, so I'll see it through.

Confounded with desire from Zophiria's breath tickling his left ear, Seran broke into a nervous sweat while trying to pep talk himself subconsciously.

"Think happy thoughts, think happy thoughts, think happy thoughts," Seran effused to himself subconsciously as Zophiria climbed the bed and put her leg over his hip, seating herself atop him to gain some leverage, clenching him with her right arm. She used her left hand freely to open the jar of medicinal herbs. Inserting two of her fingers into the jar, Zophiria massages the rich, creamy residue of the herbal medicine into the scrapes and bruises on Seran's back before carefully dressing it with the bandages. Once again, Zophiria positioned Seran flat on his back to address the wounds on the front torso of his body. Elegantly dipping all five fingers into the jar, she spread her fingernails across Seran's lower abdomen, covering the scars in the rich substance with gentle care.

"Her hands feel so smooth. Like wet peaches on my skin when she touches me," Seran expressed subconsciously, letting out a soft moan. His eyelids relaxed under Zophiria's compelling touch as if she'd cast a spell on him. Finishing up her herbal treatment Zophiria bandaged the rest of the bruises on Seran's torso before suddenly feeling a poke.

Zophiria's eyebrow twitched rapidly as she commented, "Genitalia seemed to be working just fine. The blood flow in the muscles is reacting better than normal."

Now for the final part, spiritual transfusion. Injecting the IV into Seran and herself, Zophiria lay beside him, converting some of her spiritual power to him. The fluids of power surged through the IV like a golden liquid.

"Fascinating, isn't it, how power can be transfused just like blood can? It was discovered when another outworlder like yourself showed up here two decades ago, so they say. There are not many outworlders that tap into their power at birth, such as you. Yet you're more unique than the others who have done so still", she explained gently caressing his cheek with the back of her hand.

"Cute…and foolish", she giggled.

"I never said thank you for fighting for us ", she muttered with affection.

Zophiria's lips glistened, approaching the space between Seran's mouth and her own. Instead, she redirected herself, placing a tender kiss on Seran's cheek.

"Here I am again talking to myself once again." She sighed with relief, pulling the covers over both of them. Nestling near the nape of his neck, she nuzzled it with her nose drifting off in the tranquility of the night.