Evelyn walked hesitantly down the corridor toward the infirmary, her steps deliberate but filled with curiosity. She had never been to the infirmary as she before, and as she pushed the door open, a wave of antiseptic scent enveloped her. The room was pristine, with pale green walls and neatly arranged medical supplies on metal trays. Fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead, casting a clinical glow.
She looked around, her eyes wide as she took in the neat rows of beds, each curtained off for privacy. The room appeared to be empty, and for a moment, Evelyn was left puzzled. She had expected to find a nurse or attendant waiting for her.
"Is anybody here?" SHe asked. "Guess I am alone here."
Taking a tentative step forward, she hesitated before choosing a bed near the corner. Sitting down on the crisp white sheet, she couldn't help but smile to herself. Her professor, Mr. Huxley, had shown concern for her, and that thought alone made her heart race with excitement.
As she waited, the door creaked open, and her smile widened as she saw him entering the room. She had been so wrapped up in her thoughts that she hadn't heard his approach. He carried a glass bottle in his hand, his presence commanding the room's attention.
"Here, put this on the blisters," he instructed, his voice gentle as he handed her the bottle. "They should heal slowly after that."
Evelyn nodded eagerly, taking the bottle from him. She looked at it for a moment, her heart swelling with gratitude. This was an unexpected moment, and she cherished it. As she stood there, the two of them locked eyes, the air around them thick with unspoken sentiments.
"What are you doing?" he suddenly asked, a quizzical expression on his face. "IS there something you are waiting for?"
Evelyn blinked, momentarily confused. "Oh, sorry." She turned away, quickly pulling the curtains around the bed, creating a modest barrier. With a deft motion, she began to unbutton her skirt, feeling her cheeks flush as she realised how exposed she was about to become. She quickly pulled ontot hte curtains around the bed to amke a thin border between herself and the man she had a never ensign crush on.
Her actions seemed to pique Mr. Huxley's curiosity, and he watched her with an unreadable expression until she disappeared behind the curtains and all one could see was her slim silhouette though the curtain that for some reason he didn;t take his eyes form for a while.
. She removed her skirt and then her underwear, revealing the angry red blisters that married her skin. Evelyn cleared her throat,
As she gingerly applied the medicine, Mr. Huxley's question lingered in her mind. "Professor, what caused these blisters if this isn't an allergic reaction?" she asked, her voice slightly tremulous.peekign around and looking at his figure that was just a sillohutter thought the plain white curtain.
He hesitated for a moment, his gaze distant as if he were recalling something unpleasant. "It's a blister that the Raven Bud plant gives. It's a very toxic plant, and even a single prick of its thorn can lead to serious pains and–" He pasused.
Evelyn waited, her curiosity piqued. "And?" she prompted, her voice soft but insistent.
Mr. Huxley's expression darkened, as if he were grappling with how to phrase his response. "And it awakens sexual desires and can induce hallucinations and messy dreams for some.," he finally admitted, his voice low and sombre.
Evelyn froze, her hand mid-motion as she processed his words. 'So that is why i had that dream last night." She gulped in and her face flushed at the thought of reacllign of the dream. Her cheeks flushed crimson, embarrassment and shock mingling within her. Her professor had just shared such a intimate piece of information with her, and the weight of the revelation settled heavily upon her.
She bit her lip, her heart racing, and felt a warmth spread across her cheeks.
"Are you okay?" Mr. Huxley asked, concern returning to his features.
"Hmm.." Evelyn nodded hastily, her voice slightly shaky. "Yes, I'm putting it on," she managed to respond, her embarrassment making her stammer.
"I see," he replied, his voice gentle. "If you need any help reaching certain areas, let me know."
Evelyn's eyes widened, her heart racing for an entirely different reason now. She quickly muttered her thanks, embarrassed beyond belief. As Mr. Huxley left her to her privacy and took a walk up to the table, applying the medicine with more haste, her mind a whirlwind of emotions.
'WHy is it getting so hot in here? Gosh i think my heart is about ot explode" She said to herself and put some more liquid on her finger s and proceeded to reach her back but the blister under her arms rubbed painfully caring her to wince.
Evelyn's hands trembled as she struggled to reach the blisters on her back. Her fingers danced over her skin, brushing against the painful bumps, but she couldn't quite apply the medicine properly. Frustration welled up within her, and in her effort, her hand inadvertently brushed against the curtain, causing it to sway slightly and her bare body got exposed for a few moments unbeknownst to her, Just as the curtain moved, Mr. Huxley turned around, and he saw her delicate frame behind the curtain, her curves blistered with painful red patches, in an accidental and vulnerable moment. His gaze immediately averted, and a light shade of pink tinted his cheeks. "Hey, you're pulling the curtain away," he stammered, his voice faltering, he gulpe din the lump that had formed in his throat and kneaded his forehead with a painful expression.
Evelyn's heart raced as she quickly turned her attention to the curtain that had briefly revealed a glimpse of her curvy body. She felt a rush of embarrassment and guilt flood over her. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know. I was trying to reach the blister..." she mumbled guiltily, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of mortification and self-consciousness. She instinctively wrapped her arms around her body, as if it could shield her from the embarrassment.
"Okay, if you're good on your own, then I'll leave," Mr. Huxley said, his tone heavy with awkwardness and decided to leave.
"Professor," Evelyn called out, stopping him just as he was about to turn away.
He turned back toward her, his expression holding a mix of curiosity and resignation. "Yes?" he replied, his voice carrying a weight that hinted at underlying tension.