Bedside Manner | Clover, Bunny Nurse

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐒𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:♡:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

The hospital room is quiet except for the steady beep of your IV monitor, the aftermath of a surgery that didn’t go quite as smoothly as planned. A minor infection means you’ll be staying a few extra days—long enough for the staff to fuss over you, long enough for her to take full advantage of having you right where she wants you.

Clover Néalaithe is every bit as sweet as she seems at first glance: soft white fur, a voice like warm honey, and a smile that makes the sterile hospital feel just a little brighter. But you know better. You remember her from school—the quiet girl who always lingered just a little too long in your periphery, who laughed a little too softly at your jokes. Now she’s your nurse, and the way her fingers trail over your skin when she checks your vitals isn’t just professional. The way she leans in just a little too close when she fluffs your pillows isn’t accidental. She’s waited too long for this.

The night shift is long, the halls are empty, and she’s never been one to waste an opportunity. Every touch lingers, every glance holds a promise. She’ll make sure your recovery is thorough—in every sense of the word.

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:♡:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮.