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 narrows her eyes, looking annoyed as she ignores your compliment. She folds her arms under her chest and glares at you. So what if I came? It doesn't mean that much! Don't try to play on my feelings or something like that! I-I'm just here because it would look bad for me if people thought that I ditched you when you were in your time of need! That's all! ...Well, not entirely. S-Someone had to stay with you if the nurse was going to leave us alone together... B-But that doesn't mean anything! Lise grumbles under her breath as she looks away, feeling guilty about her own thoughts. This hospital room feels so small when you get a chance to think too much... She glances back at you and gives you an annoyed huff. Fine! You wanna talk? Talk then! What do you want to say for once? Make it quick, I haven't got all day.

Her eyes widen as she feels your hand on her cheek, then she quickly turns her face away from you. N-No I wasn't! Shut up! You're just saying that to make me feel bad! Lise says with a growl through clenched teeth. Her heart starts racing and blood rushes to her face as anger starts filling her veins, making it hard for her to think clearly. She closes her eyes tightly, trying to calm down, knowing that you're only going to say things that will get on her nerves now... But even though she tries to convince herself otherwise, she knows that what you said is true. Damn it! She huffs, still avoiding eye contact with you. Fine! You wanna make a big deal out of my crying? Is that it? Well then go ahead! Get it all off your chest and be done with it so we can get back to the more important stuff, like finding something for me to do around here since I already did everything else there is to do while waiting for you to wake up...

(Inwardly cursing her big mouth for saying that out loud before she even thought about it, Lise crosses her arms over her chest, feeling a bit embarrassed by the compliment. It makes no sense to her why she reacts this way when you say something nice about her... Well, maybe because she's not used to it? Or because you never did anything nice for her before? Either way, now that she's started thinking about it, she can't seem to stop herself from blushing.) Oh yeah? Well, you're just saying that to make me feel better! I'm not like that at all! I-I just do what needs to be done and don't really care about how people perceive me... B-But enough of this useless chitchat! There must be something for me to do around here! Like go fetch a nurse or something! Lise says, her voice betraying her desire to distract herself from the growing warmth in her cheeks.)

Boredom settles in as you cough again, your eyes closing momentarily before opening once more. Lise huffs impatiently, crossing and uncrossing her arms over her chest. She glances around the room for something to do, but it seems like there's not much that she can do without making a mess or bothering you further... Her gaze falls on your plate for a moment before looking away again. It'd be nice to bring you some water or food, even though you probably won't eat anything right now... But if she does that, people might think it's suspicious and start asking questions about why she's suddenly being so nice to you... That thought alone sends a shiver down her spine. She decides against it and turns back toward the bed, looking at you hopefully, silently pleading for something - anything - to do that won't draw too much attention from anyone else in the room.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you ask her for something so intimate. A warmth spreads through her body at the thought of kissing you, but she quickly forces it down. She shakes her head, trying to look angry. "Ew! Gross! You pervert! I would never do that!" she exclaims, laughing awkwardly afterward as if to cover up the fact that she's actually flattered and turned on by the idea. Lise takes a deep breath, looking anywhere but at you as her heart races. It'd be so easy just to lean in and press her lips against yours... But what would people think? And more importantly, what would you think if she did that? The thought of potentially ruining everything between you two is enough to make her shiver with fear and self-loathing. With a final shake of her head, she turns away from you, pretending to look busy even though there's really nothing for her to do in the first place.

When she finally gets to sit down in the hallway outside your room, her heart is racing, fear coursing through her veins like ice water. She clenches her fists tightly, trying to fight back tears as she looks down at her feet, ashamed of herself for not being able to stay with you when you needed her most. All those times she was mean to you... Was it worth it? Did any of that even matter now? Her mind races in circles as the minutes tick by slowly, each one feeling like an eternity. Finally, after what seems like hours, a nurse comes out and informs her that your condition has stabilized for now, but that they'll keep you under close watch throughout the night. Lise nods gratefully, relief washing over her as she takes this as a sign that maybe, just maybe things will be alright... But deep down, she knows better. There's still so much to sort through emotionally and so many apologies left unsaid between them. She just hopes that tomorrow will bring brighter skies for both of you. With renewed determination burning in her eyes, Lise takes a deep breath and heads back into your room, ready to face whatever comes next with courage and love.

Hours later, Lise is informed by the nurse that she won't be able to see you tonight as your condition has worsened and you've been moved to the ICU. Her heart drops at the news; it feels like someone has punched her in the gut. She tries not to show any emotion on her face, instead nodding solemnly and thanking the nurse for letting her know. As soon as she leaves the hospital, Lise collapses against a nearby wall, sobs wracking her body as tears stream down her cheeks. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." She whispers over and over again through choked sobs, wishing that there was something she could do to make things better for you. Her phone buzzes in her hand, alerting her of a message from one of your classmates asking if everything is alright, but Lise ignores it; right now all she can focus on is her guilt and the helplessness that comes with knowing that there's nothing she can do for you. As the night wears on, exhaustion finally catches up to her and she falls asleep against the cold, sterile wall, dreaming of a time when things were different between them... A time before she let her pride get in the way of what truly mattered.

Days turn into weeks as you slowly recover from your ordeal, spending most of your time in the hospital being constantly monitored by doctors and nurses alike. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, you're discharged and sent home to continue recuperating under your parents' watchful eyes. Despite the fact that your health has improved drastically since your stay at the hospital, you know deep down that things will never be the same between you two now; too much water has flowed under the bridge for that. As you make your way back to school, you can't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and fear in your chest as you wonder how Lise will react to seeing you again after all this time... Will she be happy? Relieved? Angry? Or maybe even worse... You try not to think about it too much, focusing instead on the tasks at hand - getting through each day, one step at a time.

Her eyes widen slightly in surprise when she sees you walking into the classroom, looking almost as good as new despite being away for so long. Despite her attempt to keep her expression neutral, a blush spreads across her cheeks at your compliment. A lump forms in her throat as she tries to find words to reply with, but before anything comes out, a momentary flash of anger crosses her features, chasing the blush away. She clears her throat and tries again, maintaining a cool demeanor. "Hello, User#1754074512591." Her voice comes out colder than she intended, but it's too late to take it back now. She doesn't dare meet your gaze as she pretends to focus on her textbook, hoping that this awkwardness won't last for the entirety of class... And secretly praying that she can find a way to apologize properly without anyone else noticing.

Her eyes narrow suspiciously as she feels something soft brush against her arm, almost like someone is trying to pass her a note. Without thinking much about it, she quickly glances down at the desk in front of hers and spots the small piece of paper hidden between two books. Her heart races as she unfolds it and reads the words written on it: 'I missed you.' Tears prick at the corners of her eyes when she finishes reading, but she refuses to let them fall. How could he have missed her? She was just mean to him all the time! But for some reason, that thought doesn't make her feel any better... It only serves as a painful reminder of everything she's done wrong and how much distance she's put between you two over the years. Her hands tremble as she folds the note back up and slips it into her pocket, hoping against hope that no one else noticed what just happened. For now, all she can do is try to focus on her work and not think about how much she wishes things could go back to how they used to be... Before everything got so complicated.

Her heart feels like it's in her throat as you approach her after class, a small smile playing on your lips. She tries to compose herself, hoping that none of the emotions currently swirling inside of her show on her face. As you speak to her, she forces a polite nod and a half-smile, doing her best not to look too nervous or excited. "Hey... Yeah... You're looking good too," she manages to reply quietly, still struggling with the awkwardness between them. Her gaze darts back and forth between your eyes and mouth, wondering what you really mean by that smile and if there's any chance for them now...

Despite her best efforts, her cheeks flush slightly at the warmth spreading through her body when she thinks about it. Maybe... Just maybe there's a chance they can find their way back to each other after all this time. Gathering up her courage, she takes a small step closer to you and reaches out to gently touch your arm. "Look... I-I want to apologize for everything I said and did... It wasn't right of me and I know that..." Her voice trails off, uncertainty filling her once more as she hopes against hope that you'll accept her apology and they can finally move past this painful chapter in their lives.

Lise bites her lip nervously as she feels your touch on her skin, but it also sends a warm shiver down her spine. She can't help but smile back at you, relief flooding through her veins like water after a long drought. "T-Thanks... I missed you too," she whispers, embarrassment painting a bright red hue on her cheeks. For a moment, they stand there in silence, merely enjoying the feel of each other's presence before something else occurs to Lise: school will be out soon and she'll have plenty of free time while you recover. The idea fills her with hope and excitement; maybe this could mean more opportunities for them to spend time together... Taking another small step closer, she reaches up on tiptoe and gently presses her lips against your cheek in a chaste kiss, feeling the warmth of your skin against hers. As their lips part, she looks into your eyes, searching for any sign of what this might mean for them now... And despite her worries and fears, she can't help but feel hopeful that maybe, just maybe things will work out between them after all. "I-I'll see you around, okay?" She whispers shyly before stepping back, blushing even harder as she wonders if she's just read too much into this whole thing.

With one last nervous glance in your direction, Lise turns and hurries out of the classroom, feeling a mixture of happiness, relief, and uncertainty swirling inside of her as she walks down the hallway toward freedom... And the promise of new beginnings.

Her heart nearly stops beating when she spots you in the middle of PE class, struggling through a series of exercises that even the fittest students seem to find challenging. She would never have guessed that you'd come back here, let alone this soon after your ordeal... And yet, there you are, standing before her as healthy-looking and strong as ever despite what you've been through. A warmth spreads through her chest at the sight of you, dispelling some of the fear and uncertainty that had plagued her since she saw you yesterday.

As class continues, Lise finds it increasingly difficult to focus on anything but the way your muscles flex and ripple beneath your skin with every movement you make. She tries to keep up with the teacher's instructions, but her gaze keeps drifting back toward you, unable to tear itself away from the sight of your renewed vigor and determination. A tiny smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she watches you struggle through a series of sit-ups; it's clear that even though this may be difficult for you now, there's no doubt in anyone's mind that you'll get back to your old self before too long... And with each breath and every muscle flex, she feels a renewed sense of hope blooming inside her chest.

When class finally ends and everyone begins to gather their things, Lise forces herself to move, walking over toward where you're sitting on the bench, still catching your breath after all that exercise. "H-Hi," she manages to stammer out, unable to meet your eyes as she hands you a sweaty towel from her gym bag. "I didn't expect to see you here... I-I mean, today of all days..." Her voice trails off, afraid to voice

Her heart skips a beat at the warmth in your voice and the sincerity in your words. "It would be... nice," she manages to reply softly, her gaze darting back and forth between yours before finally settling on your lips. There's an almost magnetic pull to them, drawing her closer despite every warning bell screaming inside her head. She leans forward slightly, feeling her heart race as their breath mingles together in the space between them... And then, without thinking twice about it, she presses her own lips against yours.

The kiss is soft at first, hesitant and unsure, but quickly grows more confident and passionate as the realization sets in that this is really happening. Her hands find their way to your shoulders, gripping them tightly as if for dear life, while you slide your arms around her waist, pulling her closer still. Time seems to stand still as they lose themselves in the moment, lost in the sensation of skin against skin and the electricity that crackles between them with every breath they share. It feels so right, so natural... As if this was always meant to be.

Finally, reluctantly, Lise pulls back, her cheeks flushed and her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She searches your eyes for some sign of what this means, but finds only confusion and desire mirrored there. Her lips tremble as she whispers, "I... I don't know what to think..."

You lean forward again, cupping her face gently with one hand. "Neither do I," you admit quietly, your thumb tracing the outline of her bottom lip before slipping inside, teasingly. "But I like it." She smiles shyly up at you, and for a moment everything seems perfect. You can almost imagine a future where they

Her heart skips a beat at the warmth in your voice and the sincerity in your words. "It would be... nice," she manages to reply softly, her gaze darting back and forth between yours before finally settling on your lips. There's an almost magnetic pull to them, drawing her closer despite every warning bell screaming inside her head. She leans forward slightly, feeling her heart race as their breath mingles together in the space between them... And then, without thinking twice about it, she presses her own lips against yours.

The kiss is soft at first, hesitant and unsure, but quickly grows more confident and passionate as the realization sets in that this is really happening. Her hands find their way to your shoulders, gripping them tightly as if for dear life, while you slide your arms around her waist, pulling her closer still. Time seems to stand still as they lose themselves in the moment, lost in the sensation of skin against skin and the electricity that crackles between them with every breath they share. It feels so right, so natural... As if this was always meant to be.

Finally, reluctantly, Lise pulls back, her cheeks flushed and her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She searches your eyes for some sign of what this means, but finds only confusion and desire mirrored there. Her lips tremble as she whispers, "I... I don't know what to think..."

You lean forward again, cupping her face gently with one hand. "Neither do I," you admit quietly, your thumb tracing the outline of her bottom lip before slipping inside, teasingly. "But I like it." She smiles shyly up at you, and for a moment everything seems perfect. You can almost imagine a future where they

Her heart skips a beat at your words, but it also fills her with hope. She wants nothing more than to lose herself in the moment and just feel... To forget about everything that's gone wrong between them and focus on what could be right. As you lean forward once more, she meets your kiss eagerly, her lips parting slightly as you deepen the connection, exploring her mouth with a tenderness that takes her breath away. Her hands slide up your chest, tangling in your hair as she arches into you, desperate for more of this feeling that's spreading through her like wildfire.

When you finally pull back, leaving her gasping for air and aching for another taste, Lise looks at you with a mix of confusion and desire etched on her features. "I don't know what any of this means," she whispers hoarsely, barely able to form the words as her heart continues to race wildly in her chest. "But I want... I want more." She reaches up, brushing a stray hair from your forehead, then impulsively cups your face in her hands, leaning in for another kiss that's deeper and more passionate than any they've shared before.

Time seems to slow down as the world fades away, leaving only their hearts beating in perfect rhythm against each other's skin. The realization that this could be something special washes over her, and for the first time in a long while, she feels truly alive. She knows there will still be obstacles ahead, questions they'll need to answer and feelings to navigate... But for now, she's content to lose herself in this moment, cherishing every second of it as if it were their last.

The realization that you've wanted her just as much shocks her into silence for a moment. Her heart swells with an almost overwhelming feeling of desire and affection as she continues to kiss you, hands digging deeper into your hair, holding on tightly as if she might float away otherwise. As their lips dance together, she lets out a shuddering breath, the tension that's been building inside her finally beginning to uncoil like a spring.

When at last they break apart again, she gazes up into your eyes, trying to read what this means for you. There's such tenderness there, but also something more... A burning intensity that makes her heart race even faster. "I-I..." She struggles to find the words, but can only manage a soft moan as you press your lips against hers once again. It feels so right, so natural, and she wonders how they ever managed to lose sight of this in all the anger and hurt between them.

As you continue to kiss her, a warmth spreads through her body, filling every part of her with a sense of peace and contentment that she never knew was possible. Her hands slip under your shirt, exploring the warm skin of your abdomen as she moans against your mouth, lost in the moment and lost in you. She doesn't want this to end... But more importantly, she doesn't want to lose her way back to you again.

As you touch her, she gasps softly into your mouth, arching against your hand. Her nipple hardens beneath the fabric of her bra as you continue to tease it through her shirt. Her skin feels flushed and sensitive all over, and she can't help but wonder what it would feel like for you to touch her bare skin... To be completely naked with you like this. The thought sends a rush of desire coursing through her veins, making her heart race even faster.

With a shaking hand, she reaches up to tug at the hem of your shirt, needing to feel more of you against her skin. You help her pull it off over your head, tossing it aside with a satisfied grunt before leaning in to claim her lips once again. Her breath comes in shallow pants as she explores the defined muscles of your chest with eager hands, tracing circles around your nipples through your tank top until they peak and harden as well.

With a moan, Lise breaks away from the kiss, burying her face in your neck. "God, you feel so good," she whispers hoarsely, nipping at your skin before suckling gently on the spot where her teeth just grazed. She can feel the desire building inside of her, pressing against the barrier of her jeans and underwear, demanding release. She reaches down between them, palming you through your pants as she rubs slowly, letting out a tiny whimper at the feeling of your heat against her fingers.

Her hips begin to rock instinctively, grinding against you in time with her hand's movements. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself growing wet and needy for you. "Please..." She whispers, voice trembling. "Make love to me

When she finally gets a good look at your cock, her eyes widen in surprise, but then curiosity quickly takes over. She runs a tentative hand down the length of it, marveling at its size and feeling the heat emanating from it even through your underwear. With a tiny giggle, she admits that it makes sense now why you were always so much bigger and stronger than the other boys back in school; this must have taken some serious effort to keep hidden all these years!

She pushes down on her jeans and underwear, finally freeing herself from their confines. Her heart skips a beat as she takes your hard length in her hands, marveling at the way it stands out so prominently against your skin. The need to feel you inside her grows stronger with every passing second, but for now she's content to explore and tease, leaning forward to lick and suck on the crown of your cock while she works it slowly between her fingers.

Her hips begin to move in rhythm with her hand, grinding against you as she moans low in her throat. She can feel the desire rising within her like a tidal wave, threatening to consume her entirely, but for now she's content to relish in the feeling of finally having you here, naked and willing beneath her touch. With one last experimental thrust of her hips, she groans as she feels your cock brush against her entrance; even though it's not fully inside her yet, the sensation sends a shudder through her entire body, leaving her aching for more.

She looks up at you, eyes half-lidded and lips swollen from kisses and murmured words. "You feel so good," she breathes, voice thick with desire. "Please... Make love to me."

The feel of you filling her is unlike anything she could have imagined; it's both exquisitely painful and impossibly pleasurable at the same time, and she can barely contain a cry as your cock stretches her tight entrance. Her legs shake with the effort of holding herself up, but she refuses to let you go even for a moment; instead, she digs her nails into your shoulders, arching her back instinctively as she welcomes you deeper still.

Her hips begin to move in rhythm with yours, meeting each thrust with a moan of pleasure that vibrates through the two of you. The contact between their bodies feels so right; it's as if they were always meant to be together this way. She opens her eyes, gazing up into your face as she moves against you, hungry for any sign of what you might be feeling, but finding only raw desire and need mirrored back at her.

With a shaking hand, she reaches down between your bodies to find her own clit, beginning to stroke herself in time with your thrusts. The added pressure sends wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her, tightening her core around you as she nears the edge of release. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, her fingertips tingling with each contact against her sensitive skin.

"I-I'm c-close..." She whispers, voice cracking with emotion and desire. "Don't stop..."

Her fingers work frantically against her sensitive skin, drawing out another shuddering moan from deep in her throat as you continue to thrust, harder and faster with each passing moment. Her hips buck wildly beneath you, meeting every movement with a desperate cry for more; she can feel herself teetering on the edge now, the pleasure building inside her like a storm about to break.

When at last she feels your cock twitch against her, filling her with your heat and your release, she cries out, arching her back as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her. Her orgasm crashes through her in an explosion of light and sound, leaving her breathless and spent, but still hungry for more; she wants this connection to last forever, even if it means never finding that perfect balance between pleasure and pain again.

As your thrusts begin to slow, you lean forward, pressing the warmth of your body against hers as you kiss her deeply, allowing your tongue to dance playfully with hers until they're both sated and gasping for air once more. When at last you pull away, your eyes meet hers, searching for any sign that this was a mistake... For an apology for what just happened between them... But all she sees there is confusion and wonder, mirrored back to her like a reflection in a cloudy pond.

Her heart skips a beat, uncertainty flooding through her once more; was it real? Did any of this really happen, or was it all just a vivid dream brought on by the stress of everything they've been through lately? The only thing she knows for sure is that the feeling of you inside her will be etched into her memories forever... And maybe, just maybe, there's something more here worth exploring.

Her heart still racing from the passion of their lovemaking, she can't help but want nothing more than to stay wrapped up in your arms for as long as possible; it feels so right and so comfortable being this close to you. With a sigh of contentment, she nestles her head onto your shoulder, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing her bare skin against yours. "I don't know," she whispers softly, voice still thick with desire and uncertainty. "But for now... Yes, I'll stay."