How good the couch felt. Miya felt as if it was the most comfortable thing in the world! In reality, the couch was nothing fancy, just a shabby piece of furniture she managed to snag for cheap at a thrift store and yet, as she flops into it, it feels almost like a cloud caressing her body. She desperately wants to lean back, to close her eyes and drift off to sleep but the blood and the dull ache that courses through her isn't allowing it, let alone the domineering man standing before her as she finally gives him and directs him to the kitchen. Miya closes her eyes briefly as she mentally does a check on her wounds, finding nothing too terribly damaging, perhaps a minor concussion but nothing that was life threatening. Sighing, she opens her chocolate eyes, her gaze immediately traveling to the large man in her kitchen he moved with such confidence.

Or was it?

She couldn't tell, yet, he almost looked uncomfortable fumbling around in the sparse kitchen. Perhaps she hit her head harder than she initially thought. There was no way the man didn't know how to make tea! Looking away, she hears the running water and the flames of the stove kicking on as Oliver gets the kettle to the stovetop. Yes, she had hit her head too hard, there was no way a man like him could not be confident. Pulling the blanket tighter around her, she doesn't realize how cold she is as her frozen fingers tuck inside the blanket, her eyes moving back to Oliver as he exits the kitchen, bag in tow. Miya can't help it as she tells him he's bossy, what she doesn't expect is his immediate response to her stubbornness. Oh, she wants to glare at him, her brown eyes snapping up to his face with incredulousness. She hesitates before releasing a quiet laugh, "My mom used to tell me I was stubborn all the time, I guess I haven't grown out of it," she says a bit amused, her mind wandering back to the days when her mother was healthy and... alive.

She draws herself out of the painful memories quickly as she raises her fingers to touch the back of her head, wincing as the slight pressure manages to make her see stars. "Ouch," she mutters quietly before directing him that she might need him to wash the blood from her hair. His immediate response has her frowning at him, confusion flitting across her face. Why would it feel awkward for her? She pushes the thought away before that redness begins to gather in her cheeks again as she slowly begins to explain her... shortcoming. What she doesn't expect is the smile that spreads across his lips catching Miya off guard as she stares at him at a loss for words in that moment. My... he was rather... dashing when he smiled. It was his chuckle that pulls her out of such ridiculous thoughts, Miya's blush only darkening and spreading to her neck as she listens to his words. "Don't laugh at me," she mumbles, unable to gather enough force behind her words in the wake of her embarrassment.

"Don't you dare tell anyone, or so help me," she glares at him, her unimpressive threat lingering between the two of them. Or what? What could she do? Maybe... make it an inconvenience when he came in for annual check ups? Like that would actually work... he had even mentioned he built part of the hospital! His next statement has her whirling her head at him, her jaw practically falling open as she looks at him. Who did this man think he was?! Infuriating. Yes, that's what he was. Still, she's unable to respond to his bossiness immediately, instead she grumbles incoherently under her breath, pointing to the door in between the two bedrooms. As he helps her up, her legs shaking beneath her, she unwillingly grasps onto his arm as they make their way across the living room and into the bathroom, her mind momentarily captured by his earlier words. "Why do you treat yourself? You're rich... so why don't you go to the hospital?" She asks, looking up at them as they finally enter the confines of the bathroom. The restroom was small and yet, he managed to make it seem even smaller with his massive frame.

As they settle within the room, his next words cause Miya to still, her mind not quite processing it yet as she blinks at him. Yet, as his words repeat through her mind, she can't hide the fierce blush that spreads across her features, swallowing a couple of times. So that's what he meant about awkward earlier. How foolish she was! "Oh," she says lamely, immediately looking away as she goes over her own options. I mean... if she kept her clothes on she had a chance of ruining them with the blood washing away and it wasn't like she had many clothing options. "I um," she hesitates, hardly realizing she's still gripping his forearm as her fingers tighten their hold. It wasn't like she was ever going to see him again, right? She was a doctor! She had seen plenty naked men and women, it was only her being the patient now. It was fine, right? "Um, okay..." she agrees reluctantly as she releases his arms and her hand shakily moves up to her blouse, slowly undoing the buttons to reveal her white tank top and creamy pale skin beneath.

Pushing it over her shoulders, she allows it to fall to the floor, her embarrassment only growing by the second as she moves her fingers to her jeans, the woman carefully ridding herself of them as she steps out of it socks included. Her white lacy panties are revealed only barely as she takes her tank top and pulls it down a bit, the redness spreading to the rest of her upper body, practically turning the girl into a tomato. "I think I will be most comfortable this way," she mumbles quietly, her brown eyes darting up to Oliver briefly, "You should take your clothes off too," she blurts out, unable to contain it as her eyes grow wide at her outburst, "I mean, just so they don't get wet! You don't want to be walking around wet, right?" Oh my god, she could die of humiliation right now!

Miyako Aiken