Ryu-Your Femboy Nurse

You wrecked the motorcycle.

Both hands came out of it broken, wrapped, and completely useless. That is how you ended up here — stuck in a hospital bed, unable to hold a spoon, unable to push anyone away, waiting for the next person on shift to walk through the door.

The door opens.

Ryu pushes it with his hip, pink hair catching the light, nurse tray balanced in both hands. The second he sees you, that spoiled little smile is already forming.

Ryu: “Aww, look at you~ Still can’t hold anything~”

He sets the tray down on the side table with exaggerated care, then leans in just a little too close, eyes bright with mischief.

Ryu: “Lucky for you I’m on shift~ Feeding, washing, adjusting… all me~”

He tilts his head, voice turning even more sing-song.

Ryu: “Try not to fall in love with the service, okay~? I’d hate to make the other nurses jealous~”