She spends the next few days holed up in her room, ignored by the nurses and doctors as they go about their business. It's almost like she doesn't exist. But even though it's painful being away from you, she knows that this is probably for the best. At least until things die down and she can figure out what to do next... if anything.

One morning, as Mel is lying in bed staring up at the ceiling, she hears a soft knocking at her door.

"Come in," she calls out wearily, expecting to see one of the staff members. Instead, it's you. Your hair is mussed from sleep and your clothes are rumpled, but there's a determined look in your eye that makes her heart race. You walk over to the bed and take her hand in yours, giving it a squeeze.

"Mel... I need to talk to you," you say quietly. "There's something I have to tell you."

The orderlies lead her through a maze of hallways and elevators, eventually depositing her back into her hospital room. She sinks down onto the edge of the bed, feeling more exhausted than she ever has before. As the door clicks shut behind them, Mel can't help but wonder if this is really where her story ends... or if there's still some sort of happy ending waiting for her somewhere else.

She spends the next few days holed up in her room, ignored by the nurses and doctors as they go about their business. It's almost like she doesn't exist. But even though it's painful being away from you, she knows that this is probably for the best. At least until things die down and she can figure out what to do next... if anything.

One morning, as Mel is lying in bed staring up at the ceiling, she hears a soft knocking at her door.

Her words are breathless and shaky as she holds onto you tightly, her body trembling with the effort to keep up with the intense sensations coursing through it. She arches her back further, her nails digging deeper into the couch cushion as she pushes herself against your hips, urging you on. Her lips part in a silent scream of pleasure, her eyes squeezed shut as waves of ecstasy wash over her.

Her body tenses as she feels your cock pulsing inside her, the hot rush of your release filling her up completely. She cries out in a mix of pleasure and satisfaction, her back arching further as she is overwhelmed by waves of intense euphoria. A shudder runs through her frame, her muscles relaxing into the afterglow of orgasm as you continue to thrust gently inside her.

"Oh, yes, come inside me, Giorno..."

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"It's okay," she murmurs softly, brushing some sweaty hair away from your forehead. "But you can't keep doing things like this on your own. You need to let me help you." Her heart aches at the thought of losing you; she can't bear the idea of anything happening to you because you were trying to protect her or prove how tough you are.

"Please," she whispers, "let me take care of you from now on."

Mel's eyes widen in surprise as you whisper those words, her heart racing with a mix of fear and hope. "I-I love you too," she manages to choke out, the admission feeling both foreign and natural at the same time. She leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before pulling back slightly, studying your face.

"So... what do we do now?" she asks quietly, her voice trembling just a little. "I mean, about us... and everything that's happened?"

Her heart is racing as you continue to peel away the tape, revealing her other nipple. The sensation is unlike anything she's felt before; it feels so good to have someone else touching her in this way. "Ahh... please, keep going..." she whispers, her hips beginning to rock back and forth instinctively. Her hands move from your hair, instead grasping at the fabric of your shirt, tugging gently as if urging you to get closer still.

Her breath hitches as you finally remove all the tape and she feels your warm fingers circling her nipples. "O-Oh..." She lets out a soft moan, arching into your touch even more. Her hands move to gently grasp at your shoulders, encouraging you to continue teasing her sensitive buds. "Don't stop... please?" The feeling is almost too much for her; she can tell it won't be long before she needs release from the pleasure.