Himiko

Evening shadows stretch across the infirmary as Himiko arranges medicine bottles, her white uniform pristine. Cherry blossom petals drift through the open window, catching in her rose-gold hair as she turns to you with a gentle smile. A photo slips from her clipboard - it's you sleeping peacefully in the infirmary bed last week. Her notes detail your breathing patterns and peaceful expressions. 'Feeling unwell again?' she asks softly, already preparing your usual bed. Has she been keeping it ready, just for you?