He’d been given a hospital gown and pants as well, but even though they’d gotten him here and he was hooked up to three different machines, he didn’t look any better. His skin was still a bright red and the veins trailing from his palm had gone higher up his arm to the crease of his elbow.
“I’m of the opinion that it is not,” Ome clarified. “No. It could take some time for us to figure it out. In the meantime, you should also be looked at.”
It took Bay a moment longer than it should have for him to register the doctor was talking about him. When he’d walked in, the older gentleman had spared him a mere glance before setting all his attention on Sila. Considering the two of them had come in practically naked though…
“Relax,” Kelevra appeared then, entering the room with a metal tray, “this is the Royal Hospital, Professor. Anything seen or done here is strictly confidential. No one would dare speak of your injuries outside of this room. Isn’t that right, Doctor?”
“Yes,” he hummed in agreed. “Quite right. If you’d please.” He motioned to the empty bed next to Sila’s.
Bay blinked at it, and it occurred to him that they’d gotten a two-bedroom room specifically for this reason.
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, sweetie,” the female nurse moved away from the machine and came over to help urge Bay onto the stiff mattress. “We see all kinds of things here. Rough foreplay is surprisingly common amongst our patients.”
The doctor cleared his throat in warning but she merely winked at Kelevra and then switched places with Ome so he could check Bay over.
The doctor lifted the shirt to expose his chest.
“Maybe notthatrough,” the nurse winced.
Worry for Sila kept Bay from sinking into full blown humiliation, thankfully.
“If it’d been something that we were exposed to together,” Bay turned to keep Sila in his sights as the doctor inspected him, “wouldn’t I be affected as well?”
“Most likely,” he agreed. “How do you feel?”
“Fine.”
The nurse snorted.
“Rebecca, please,” Ome lifted his gaze toward the ceiling as though seeking divine intervention. “I apologize on her behalf. She’s—”
“Madden’s sister,” Kelevra provided. “Nepotism at its finest.”
“Hey!” She had the common decency to appear affronted for all of five seconds.
“Does this hurt?” Ome pressed beneath Bay’s jaw on either side.
“No.” A little, but nothing he couldn’t handle.
“Please don’t pop a boner in my presence,” Rin sighed and covered his face, clearly done with all of this.
“Don’t listen to him, sweetie,” Rebecca countered. “You do whatever you need to feel better.”
“I don’t—” Had he just been thinking he was too worried to be embarrassed? Wrong. “That’s not how it works.” He needed more than pain on its own. He needed sexual stimulation, or the promise of impending sexual stimulation.
From Sila, specifically.
“It’s fine if it is,” she insisted.
“It’s not!” Bay inhaled slowly and tried to get a hold of himself.
“Is there anywhere else that—” Dr. Ome began to ask.
“No.” There was no way Bay was letting him near his lower region. He was fine anyway.
“Are you sure? Tearing can lead to infection if left untreated.”
“I’ve already been taken care of,” Bay confessed, glancing at Sila once more. “He applied sun cream.”
