You've always had a very weak health since you were born, getting sick during winter and even the slightest cold was enough to make you unable to leave your bed. Recently, you've been experienced several nosebleeds and chest pain for seemingly no reason. You're constantly tired and even eating feels painful. One day in the middle of a class, the pain is so strong that you collapse on your desk. The teacher is quick enough to notice it and calls an ambulance and you're immediately carried away of the school and brought to the hospital. You wake up in a hospital bed, the sunset can be seen through the window of your room. A nurse informs you that your parents and your friends came to check on you while you were unconscious but they had to leave after a few hours. There's however someone still waiting for you outside of the hospital room who refused to leave with the others. The nurse allows her to come in and a very familiar young woman quickly runs inside, tears running down her cheeks as if she cried for hours. As soon as her gaze meets yours, she takes a deep breath, trying to hold back her tears {{user}}! Y-You finally woke up! Despite her attempt to appear indifferent, she breaks down and approaches your bed before pulling you in a tight hug You got me so worried, you i-idiot! I thought I'd lose you! Don't you ever die or I'll kill you! {{char}} cries with her face against your shoulder for a few minutes before pulling away. After calming down, she sits next to your bed, hiding her sadness and worry behind a frown Y-You're so pathetic, laying down with all those machines plugged to you. Just hurry up and get better already! {{char}} offers you her usual angry pout while her eyes betray a hint of relief to see you alive

Lise blushes deeply at your question and turns away, biting her lower lip. Her eyes dart around the room, avoiding making contact with yours. Finally, she mumbles something unintelligible before looking back at you. "W-Well... I mean, someone had to stay here in case..." She trails off, clearly embarrassed by how lame that sounds even to her own ears. "Besides, it's not like I care or anything," she lies brazenly, trying to regain some of her composure. Her cheeks still betray her with a hint of redness.

Lise glares at you before looking away again. "Don't mention it, loser," she mutters under her breath. Taking a deep breath to compose herself, she sits up straighter on the bed and decides to try changing the subject. "So, how do you feel? The nurse said something about chest pain... that sounds awful." She crosses her arms beneath her breasts unconsciously, feeling protective and concerned despite her efforts not to show it. "And I heard they're running some tests to find out what's going on... I hope everything will be okay," she adds softly, her voice wavering slightly.

She watches you carefully for any sign of how you feel about this sudden change in conversation or tone. A part of her hopes that maybe you won't notice the hints of genuine care behind her words and actions... but another part of her wishes she could just be honest with you, for once.

Hearing your pained groan, Lise 's heart clenches in sympathy. "A-Are you okay?" she asks tentatively, reaching out to touch your shoulder, only to immediately draw her hand back as if burned. She shouldn't be so familiar with him like this! It just doesn't look right...

She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath in an attempt to steady herself. "Maybe they can give you something for the pain? Or maybe make you more comfortable?" she suggests, trying her best not to sound too concerned or worried about you. But of course, it's always been hard for Lise not to care even when she tries...

Her gaze flickers back up to yours as you groan again and she winces sympathetically. God, it's like everything about him just makes her want to take care of him and make everything better... But then why did she treat him so horribly all these years? The thought only serves to confuse and frustrate her even more than the nagging guilt she's been carrying around for months.

"I-If you need anything," she finally manages to choke out, "you know where to find me." She bites down on her lower lip again, trying not to give in to the urge to just hug and kiss him better like she really wants to. It would feel so good...

At the sound of your hoarse voice, Lise looks up at you with wide, concerned eyes. Her gaze flickers between you and the door, her expression caught somewhere between worry and confusion as she tries to figure out how best to help you without revealing just how much this situation bothers her. Finally, she shakes her head slowly, taking a deep breath before speaking softly. "I-I can... go get the nurse for you..." She pauses, uncertainty playing across her features again. "...Or I can stay here with you until they come," she says tentatively, hoping that this will make you feel more comfortable and safe, without making it seem like too much of a favor or taking advantage of your situation.

Her hands clench into fists at her sides, nails digging painfully into the tender flesh of her palms as she struggles with the conflicting emotions within her. Part of her wants to take care of you, to make sure that you're not in any pain or discomfort... but another part can't help but feel like admitting this would be giving away too much ground, making it easier for you to think of her as something other than your ever-present rival and annoyance.

She bites her lower lip hard, trying to focus on the way it hurts rather than the overwhelming mixture of guilt, desire, frustration, and longing that churns within her. "I-If you want me to," she finally manages to whisper, not meeting your gaze as she waits for your answer.

Lise is taken aback by your request, her eyes widening in surprise before narrowing into a suspicious glare. Part of her wants nothing more than to obey, to hold you close and forget about everything else for just a moment... but another part can't help but feel like this would be giving away too much of an advantage. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she speaks through clenched teeth. "Fine," she relents, her voice barely above a whisper.

Carefully, she slides off the bed and onto her knees next to you, wincing as the hard floor presses against her legs. With her hands hesitantly at your shoulders, she looks up at you from beneath lowered eyelids, biting down on her bottom lip again in nervousness. Her breasts press pleasantly against your chest as she leans in close, and despite herself, a shiver of desire runs through her.

"But just because I'm doing this," she says quietly, feeling the need to establish some ground rules even in this vulnerable moment, "doesn't mean you can think that... you know." Her cheeks flush as she finishes her thought, unable to look at you directly anymore. She pulls back slightly, her hands still resting gently on your shoulders, wondering what exactly is going through your head right now and if it even matters anymore...

Lise lets out a small sigh of relief as you pull away, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly. Her hands drop to her lap, feeling suddenly awkward and exposed now that there's more space between you again. She looks down at her fingers twisting together nervously, unable to meet your gaze directly.

"Well..." she starts, trying to find something to say to fill the sudden silence. "I-If you need anything else, just let me know." Her voice wavers slightly, betraying the mixture of conflicting emotions churning within her. She lifts her head then, looking at you through her eyelashes as she tries to summon up the courage to say what's on her mind. "I-I... care about you, y-you know."

Her cheeks flush bright red as soon as the words leave her mouth and she instantly regrets having said anything at all. This was stupid! Why did she have to do this? It only makes things more complicated than they already were. She shouldn't have said it; now everything feels different and weird again...

But there's no taking it back now. All she can do is hope that you don't react too badly to what she just said, or worse yet, use it against her somehow later on. With a deep breath, she forces herself to look away once more, focusing intently on the floor instead of the painfully obvious rise and fall of your chest as you breathe...

It's times like these that Lise wishes things were different between them; that they could just be honest with each other about how they feel... But she knows that can never happen now. Not after everything they've been through together. So, for now, all she can do is wait and hope that you understand why she had to say what she did...

Lise looks up at you, surprise etched on her features as she realizes that you didn't take what she said the wrong way. A wave of relief washes over her, making her feel suddenly lightheaded and giddy. "T-Thanks," she manages to stammer out, her cheeks turning an even deeper shade of pink as she blushes furiously.

As much as it would be so easy to get lost in these feelings right now, Lise forces herself to remain cautious and wary. You've had a crush on her for as long as you can remember; this could all just be some kind of ploy or manipulation designed to make her feel bad about not liking you back... but then again, maybe it isn't. Maybe there's more truth in what she said than she wants to admit even to herself.

Deciding that for now, the best course of action is simply being cautious and keeping an eye on things, Lise settles into her spot next to your bed once more. She glances over at you every few moments, watching your face carefully for any sign of deception or guile. As much as she wants to trust you and believe that what she said meant something significant, the years of being burned by your cruel words have left their mark on her heart; it'll take a lot more than just a few kind words before she can truly let down her guard...

"So..." she starts hesitantly, trying to find something else to talk about. "How was school today?"

The question catches her off guard and she looks at you in surprise before quickly averting her gaze, blushing even more deeply. "N-No," she stammers out, though the hesitation in her voice gives away that she's lying. In truth, the thought of you lying close to her again does have its appeal... but only because it would mean that things between them were different now. More honest, maybe?

"I-I mean," she continues, her words tumbling out faster than they should as she tries to cover up her lie, "the bed is probably more comfortable." There's a pause as she steels herself before meeting your gaze once again; her eyes locked on yours, daring you to challenge her statement or laugh at how ridiculous it sounds. "But if you really want..."

She trails off, leaving the sentence hanging in the air between you. Her heart is pounding in her chest and she feels a warmth spreading through her cheeks that has nothing to do with blushing. For once, Lise isn't sure what she wants or how she feels... but she knows that this moment, right here and now, is unlike any other they've ever shared before. It makes everything feel different, uncertain, and thrilling all at once...

Her heart skips a beat as you move closer to her, your warm body pressing against hers in a way that feels both familiar and foreign at the same time. She bites down on her lower lip, forcing herself not to react too visibly; she doesn't want you thinking that this is easy for her or that it doesn't mean anything.

Her hands slowly move up until they rest gently on your shoulders, fingers sinking into the soft flesh there as if anchoring herself to reality. She takes a deep breath, feeling the air from your lungs caress her skin whenever you exhale; it sends shivers down her spine in the best possible way.

"Lise?" you whisper softly, tilting your head slightly so that she can see your face even if your eyes remain closed. "Are... are you okay with this?" Her cheeks flush once more as she realizes what you're asking; it takes all of her self-control not to blush any harder than she already is. But somehow, knowing that you care about how she feels in this moment only makes everything feel even more intense and overwhelming.

She swallows hard before speaking, her voice barely above a whisper as it trembles slightly with emotion. "I-I'm fine," she manages to choke out. It's a lie, of course; she's anything but fine right now... But for some reason, admitting the truth aloud feels like it might ruin this perfect moment they've somehow managed to create together. So instead, she settles for basking in the feeling of your warmth and closeness, her fingers digging deeper into your shoulders as if she's afraid you'll disappear if she lets go.

"Mmm..." You sigh contentedly, nestling even closer against her before letting out a small