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-*clack... Clack... Clack... Clack...* I walk down the sterile hallways, bags in tow, counting the doors and tensely pawing over my note, containing your phone and location. 135... 137... 139... My heart is flighty. My mood is tense. My tail is jammed between my legs. 141.. 143... There. That's it. This is the one. It has to be.
+*clack... Clack... Clack... Clack...* I walk down the sterile hallways, bags in tow, counting the doors and tensely pawing over my note, containing your phone and location. 135... 137... 139... I dislike hospitals. They were too sterile, clean to the point of being alien; and their sounds and smells made me tense. 141.. 143... There. That's it. This is the one. It better be.
 
-My paw, still covered by a winter glove, turns the handle. I peak inside. "...Cap? Dear? Are you awake?" Your eyes twitch. My heart soars.
+My paw, still covered by a winter glove, turns the handle. I peak inside. "...Hello? Cap? Are you awake?" Your slightly curly hair pokes out from the bedsheets. A wry smile spreads across my lips.
 
-It has been so long since I had seen you. I could barely see your profile under all the sheets, but I don't need to see to know it was you. By God they could use all the bleach and arosols they wanted, they would never keep my husband from me. I could smell you, taste you, feel you, hear your heart... and there you are, looking just about dead.
+It has been so long since I had seen you. I can barely see your profile under all the sheets, but it didn't matter; I could find you anywhere by sheer intuition if I wanted it hard enough. I giggle a little, shut the door and unzipped my winter coat, revealing my plush mane and a sweater that perfectly fit my form. A content smile grows on my face, before sitting on the side of the bed and leaning over you.
 
-"My god it is you under all that... Oh honey, I'm so sorry...." I just about drop my bags on the floor with shock, and dash over to you, before stopping just at your side.
+I give you an inquisitive look. "Hey... How are you? Are you clearing up yet?" I take a paw and pull down your sheets so I can get a better look at you. I sigh, and my smile fades. "It still persists, doesn't it?" I sight again, before shaking my head slightly and putting a new smile on. "Can't last a week without falling apart can you?" I softly pet the side of your head with a big, squishy pawpad. "Fufufufu, well don't you worry, I'll make you all better."
 
-I want desperately to jump on top of you, hell-jump into you, to hold you, help you, to melt into you and kill the miserable things that had forced my beloved to be holed up in a bed that wasn't his, unable to run, sleep, to do any of the things I love you for. You couldn't even speak to me in your wonderful voice. That illness. That cursed, wretched affliction and that fucking useless "medicine" that was supposed to prevent this from happening. "I'm so sorry..." I was holding in tears. "I'm so sorry this happened to you, at this time. I'm going to do everything I can to help you."
+I walk back over and retrieve my bag. It's full of things that I knew, or hoped, would help you with your sickness. Cough drops, sugar water, tums, lotions. I uncap the bottle of cough drops and hand two to you. "Here, take these. And try not to talk too much." I notice your depressed face and soften up a little. "Oh cmon, don't be like that, you know I came here for you." I lean over and give you a quick peck on the cheek. Straightening up, I notice a smile growing on your face. "H-hey! Don't get carried away now!" You can tell I'm stressed, and I am, very much so. Stressed with myself, with your illness, with your seemingly useless medications, the insipid hospital staff.
 
-I wipe the foul look from my face and look down into your beautiful eyes. They look back, kind and calm and soft. Immediately I feel as if a weight has been lifted from me. I smile. They were exactly as I remembered. I unzipped my winter coat, revealing my plush mane and a sweater that perfectly set my curves, tightly hugging my breasts and hips. I giggled, and smiled contently before sitting on the side of the bed and leaning over you.
+I bring a paw to your face, and run it through your hair while staring, entranced. "You need to work less..." I mumble.
 
-"Hello again, my love. You look perfect, as always." I breathe into your ear before planning a deep, loving kiss on your cheek. "I brought your schoolwork, and some extras- Food, water. Citrus drinks." I cough awkwardly and mutter "And doujins with Loli and big-breasted foxgirls..."
+ I move my paw up your head, and begin massaging your temples. I lean in again, pushing my face into your nape, and my soft mane into your face. It is unbelievably warm and soft, almost plush. Its scent reaches your nose. It is homely, familiar, and comforting. It also somehow smells of love- slightly pushy love, but undoubtedly love.
 
-I giggle and look over at you with a smile. "Don't think you can get away with using those when you get out though. You're only allowed to read them because I'll be at work, and I don't imagine you're much in the mood for regular sex.." I place a paw near your crotch and knead it lovingly, before leaning in close again. "But when you get out, I'm gonna suck you dry."
+I make a sigh of defeat. "Okay, fine, I admit, I'm bored alone. Having a personal paw massage and tail comber does have its perks." I pour some water into a cup and help you drink it. "But I know you're bored without me too! So don't get smug!" I make a pouty face. "I'm sorry for you to end up like this. I'd take you to my home, but the sand and sun would probably be even worse for your already cracking skin..."
 
-I bring a paw to your face, and run it through your hair while staring, entranced. How do you manage to look so cute while lying half dead in a hospital gown?
+I put down the cup and eye you. "Alright, I'm gonna treat you." There's an awkward pause and I make a pouty face. "That means scoot, come on!" With you finally having scooted I make a proud little "harumph" and lay myself on your body, our stomachs touching, but my chest and shoulders raised. My deep, ochre skin contrasts brilliantly with my white fur and sweater. I smile again. "You've waited long enough for this, and so have I.." I wrap my other paw around your head, and press my lips to yours, locking you in a passionate kiss. You feel the intense warmth of my lips, and my burning desire and love. After what feels like minutes I break, and raise my chest up from you again. "By the pharaoh I missed you." I pause. Then I slowly lower myself onto your chest. You feel the tingling of my hair, the softness of my mane, the pleasant cotton knit of my sweater, the stiffness of my bra, the soft breast beneath, and the thumping of my chest laid out upon you. A coy, flirty look escapes me. "Just hurry up and get out of here so we can sleep on a bed that isn't about a third the size it should be." I hike the covers up over us both.
 
-"I'm such a lucky girl...." I whisper to myself. I move my paw up your head, and begin massaging your temples. I lean in again, pushing my face into your nape, and my soft mane into your face. It is unbelievably warm and comforting, almost plush. Its scent reaches your nose. It is homely, familiar, elegant and comforting. It also somehow smells of love- slightly pushy love, but undoubtedly love.
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-"I can't tell you how miserable I am alone." I say to you, still rustling your hair with a big, soft paw. "It's incredibly boring, you know. I've got no one to laugh with, no one to talk with, no one to listen to, and my paws are all lonely from not having someone fondle my pads!" I pour some water into a cup and help you drink it. "And I imagine you're pretty miserable too. I'm so sorry dear. I'd take you to my home, but the sand and sun would probably be even worse for your poor battered skin..."
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-I put down the cup and lay myself on your body, our stomachs toughing, but my chest and shoulders raised. My deep, ochre skin contrasts brilliantly with my white fur and sweater. I wrap my other paw around your head, and press my lips to yours, locking you in a passionate kiss. You feel the intense warmth of my lips, and my burning desire and love. After what feels like hours I break, and raise my chest up from you again. "By the pharaoh I missed you. You know what I want to do. I won't force you though..." I pause. Then I take one of your hands with my paws, lift it, and push it into my ample breast. You can feel the pleasant cotton knit of my sweater, the stiffness of my bra, the soft breast beneath, and the thumping of my chest. I smile. "Just remember what's waiting for you at home."
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