Gon was being hugged by the beautiful nurse, and her boobs were pressing into his cheek, while the rest of her upper body was mashed into his.
He let his head rest lightly against her shoulder, savoring the feeling.
Suddenly, collapsing after the fight didn't seem so bad.
If this was the reward, maybe he should let himself pass out more often.
After a while, Celia slowly pulled away, her arms loosening around him as she straightened up. The warmth of her body faded, replaced by the cool air between them.
"That should be enough to make you feel better already," she said, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
Her tone was firm, but there was a lingering softness in her expression, as if she was still half-expecting him to complain.
And complain, he did.
Gon shook his head dramatically, his entire body swaying as if the very act of being without her support had weakened him further.
He even let out a pitiful sigh for good measure, letting his shoulders slump.
