By now, the sun had long since set.
Cecilia and the other doctors had finished their shifts, bidding grateful farewells to Fauna as they left still buzzing with excitement from everything they had learned.
Now, only Mika and Fauna remained.
Fauna sat at the central console, tablet in hand, meticulously reviewing the final reports—cross-checking values, annotating fluctuations, ensuring every detail was perfect.
Mika, meanwhile, lounged casually on the edge of the hospital bed in his thin, one leg dangling as he scrolled idly through his phone, occasionally chuckling at something on the screen.
But even as Fauna focused on the data, her eyes betrayed her.
Again and again, they drifted—unwillingly, uncontrollably—downward.
To the prominent bulge in his shorts.
The clinging fabric still outlined everything with shameless clarity: the thick length resting heavily against his thigh, the subtle ridges, even the faint trace of veins visible through the damp material.
