He didn't know what came over him so he took her to the bed instead of the hospital.
But he had been fed with an aphrodisiac before—something he had managed to deal with on time, thanks to doctors—and he vaguely remembered it looking like this.
She must be in so much pain…
The hospital was so far away, he thought, she was so uncomfortable, he thought. He could help her out himself, instead.
It didn't help his normally-functioning brain that she was rubbing against him as he carried her, killing his remaining brain cells.
When he took her out of the bathtub, she immediately wrapped her arms around him and wrapped her legs around his torso as he carried her.
"N-Naia—" he gasped, shocked, but it seemed she couldn't hear him anymore.
It was like her whole body was moving on instinct.
He had no choice but to accept the onslaught and held her shapely buttocks to keep her from falling.
