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Blossom left the room and I tried to take a deep breath. I really needed to hold myself together; I had to pay attention to the way everything was making me feel. I had to remember what Blossom was saying and doing. It was like mindfulness practice, but for roleplays and writing experience.

But no matter how many breaths I took or how I tried to recenter myself, the sight of Blossom walking in through the bedroom door still made my heart flutter. That submissive feeling in my stomach flared up like a stovetop burner after a few clicks.

"Didn't I tell you that I'd see you again?"

Blossom grinned - or rather, Nurse Darling did - as she referred to the same blank clipboard. She'd changed the way her hair was done, pulling it up into a sensible updo, to signify the passage of time.

"How are you feeling? Was the admissions process okay? They're very efficient, but sometimes lack some bedside manner."

"I, uh... yeah. It was fine. I still don't think all this is very necessary? I'm starting to feel a little better..." That's what Judith would say, to counter Maria's insistence.

"Ah yes, that's just not how it works in this case, sadly. You'll feel better as you get more used to the changes happening to your body, but you still need constant care if you want to get better. And you do want to get better for me, don't you? You're my favorite patient, after all."

I nodded gently. Favorite patient. That made my cheeks warm. I was going to use that.

"Then let's get started. First thing, I need to give you a proper examination. Lie down on the bed for me."

I didn't know what she meant by examination, but I slid back a little on the bed and put my head down on the pillow. Medical play was still such a mystery to me, but it was so easy to listen to her when I knew she was supposed to be taking care of me. Was that how Judith felt too?

"I'm going to be putting my hands on different parts of your body. It may feel invasive, but it's just in the name of checking your health, okay sweetheart?"

Blossom waited for Amy to nod, then wasted no time beginning. She started by pressing her fingers to each side of Amy's neck, and then traced those tips around behind her head, and then down to her shoulders, nodding and making thoughtful noises as she did.

It felt so professional, it really did. Blossom's acting was on point, and all the ways she touched me seemed like ways that a doctor or a nurse might touch me. Fingers on my skin. Pressing. Squeezing. Gentle touches. Nothing painful.

But at the same time, the whole experience was very personal. Her hands on my sides, then under my shirt. The under-side of my breasts. My hips. My legs, up my thighs... I was staring at the ceiling, blushing furiously, not knowing what to say or do. Not unlike a doctor's office, I guess.

While she didn't know if she was making things better or worse regarding Amy's thoughts on medical fetish play, Amy was flushed and skittish. Blossom could tell that her girlfriend was enjoying herself.

"Now, can you sit up for me? There's a good girl. We're going to do some exercises to see how you are mentally, does that sound okay?"

"Sure," I muttered, managing to sit up. My head was fuzzy and my skin tingled, tickled by the memories of her touch. It had to have been the subspace, because it had never felt so deliberate or electric when she touched me before.

"Can you tell me your full name, and what you had for breakfast?"

This line of questioning was going to be excellent, because Blossom intended to pair each easy question with one she could ensure that Amy - at least narratively - got incorrect.

"Um..." I didn't know if this was a roleplay thing or not. Blossom had a different name - Nurse Darling or something - but I didn't. So was I just Amanda? She had called me Amy a few times. Right? Or was that out of character? Oh, jeeze...

"Amanda Pearson," I finally answered. "And, um. I had crêpes for breakfast."

"Amanda Pearson..." Blossom was fake-writing again, "and you said you thought you had crêpes for breakfast? Could you tell me more about them? What toppings did you have? What time did you eat? We're just trying to get a baseline here."

"Uh, I don't know... an hour ago? Some were stuffed with avocados or potatoes, and some had strawberry syrup?" I was reciting the actual breakfast that I'd had with Blossom earlier that day. It wasn't very creative, but it was accurate.

"And you think that was... about an hour ago? Interesting. Very interesting. Okay, let's get to the next questions. Do you know where you are? And do you know why?"

Gaslighting was pretty abhorrent behavior in the real world, but when it came to roleplay and smut stories? It was pure emotional fire.

"I'm at a, uh... place to help me get better? Because I had a fever? But I'm feeling better now..." Of course, Blossom hadn't given me much more information than that. We just switched scenes. Was that what my character remembered too? It was similar to Judith's situation, suddenly arriving at the beach house. I could work with that.

"You're feeling better because your body is getting used to the changes, but your mind is going to need a lot longer. Do you remember what your symptoms are? The ones that led me to admitting you here?"

A touch of embarrassment warmed my cheeks. Blossom was too good at this...

"Um... I've been... wetting the bed, I guess," I mumbled shyly.

"That's right!" Blossom lit up with a proud smile; that "proud and a little condescending" kindergartener expression, and continued. "And do you know what day it is?"

"Uh. Saturday?" I said it like a question, because I couldn't be sure. If we had some kind of in-scene time skip, then I could be wrong. I wondered if Maria could pull that off with Judith too. Probably not, since Judith wasn't supposed to be aware of time skips. It wasn't like the other Academy Works stories.

Blossom nodded slowly, whilst maintaining a smile on her face: a hollow, cheerful demeanor like a nurse who wasn't being entirely forthcoming with all the facts.

"Saturday? Mmm, okay. You're doing great. What do you think of the accommodations?"

"Well, I don't know, I just got here." Blossom's questions were intentionally obtuse, and in any other context they might have annoyed me. But I was still feeling a little off kilter from her "examination" and making me sign some unread contract. It was a fantasy I'd had many times.

"Well don't you worry, you're going to have plenty of time to get to know the place. Now, we will have you on a liquid-only diet for a few weeks at first so we can properly assess your condition and how advanced it is. You can choose to have that as an IV or from a bottle. Do you have a preference?"

"A bottle, I guess?" I knew she meant a baby bottle, but why would my character jump to that conclusion? Obviously I didn't want her sticking needles in me.

"Very good. That's the more mature choice anyway; so many patients get so bent out of shape and overreact, but you're doing great. Now, let me get some vitals again since it's been a while. Has your fever returned? Do I need to check your temperature again?"

"No!" I said quickly.

Blossom laughed a little and put her hand to my forehead. Then she wrote something else down on her imaginary document. This whole thing was a little nerve wracking, and for me it was all a game. It helped me imagine what Judith was feeling.

"Well you seem to be okay for now. You wait here and I'll be back with your first liquid meal. You must be starving, am I right?"

The lines between nurse and caregiver were definitely blended at this point, but that was okay. Honestly, it was probably right on this boundary line that Amy would enjoy it the most anyway.

Blossom left the room and I sat nervously on the bed. I wondered if that was how Judith felt, sitting on a familiar bed in a familiar place, knowing it was all a lie. Knowing she wasn't actually at her family's beach house, and that she was in some hospital with some strange woman taking care of her. Aside from all the medical kink stuff, this roleplay was starting to really help me understand Judith better.