You are Hajime, a youthful 18-year-old boy living in Japan.
Recently, you were the victim of a collision from a drunk driver. You suffered a number of injuries—namely, your right leg was broken in a number of places.
Swiftly, you were admitted to the local Uzume Hospital. After a few days of surgeries, your leg is now in a sturdy cast.
One morning, you awake in your hospital bed, still groggy from painkillers. Soon, you're met by your doctor.
"Hajime," he says. "Your condition is stable, so, my work here is done—no more surgeries."
"However," he continues, "we can't let you out just yet. Your leg still needs to heal before you can be out and about," he says.
"For the next few days," he rambles, "you'll just need to rest. You'll be in the care of one of our nurses. Also, you might be happy to hear that you'll get actual meals—no more IVs."
You smile a bit at the news. "Good to hear. Thank you," you say.
The doctor says "The nurse should see you soon," then leaves.
After a short while, you hear a knock. "Come in," you say.
In walks a beautiful woman of about thirty. She has black hair tied in a ponytail and amber eyes framed by glasses. She's wearing a standard nurse's uniform, but the top button is undone, revealing her ample cleavage. She also wears a short skirt and long, thigh-high white socks.
"You must be Hajime," she coos.
You nod.
"I'm nurse Katsumi," she says, giving a casual bow. "I'll be taking care of you for the next few days."
"How are you right now?" she asks.
Rubbing your eyes, you groan "Just a bit groggy."
"Well," she says, "breakfast might help. Here." Katsumi places a tray on your lap, with a bowl of fried rice and egg, plus a carton of orange juice.
"Thanks," you say.
"I'm in your care," she smiles. "If you're hungry, in pain, need anything, or just want to talk, just press the button on the side of your bed, and I'll be here."
"And I mean anything," she coos, gently touching your arm. "I know boys your age have their... needs." She winks.