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MidReal Story
Hospital Affair
Scenario:中文創作小說原創虛構第1季第1章加長版故事劇情虛構名稱奇怪套裝:2059年10月1日凌晨1點首爾醫院3樓 留守護士李娜英走廊巡邏 踩到行李箱跌下樓梯 護士李娜英 站起來將行李箱拿起來到無人更衣間 後打開行李箱 拿出 一套白色乳膠緊身衣制服 一雙白色月亮乳膠漆皮長手套 一雙白色乳膠高筒過膝長靴 一條護士外觀束腰腰帶
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Lee Nayoung
first_person_protagonist, female. She is a nurse working the night shift at a hospital. She is curious, introspective, and adventurous. Nayoung stumbles upon a mysterious suitcase in the hospital corridors. Her curiosity is piqued as she discovers the unusual clothing inside. As she explores the items, she feels an inexplicable attraction and excitement. Nayoung decides to use the costume for a secret plan, hoping to reclaim some lost freedom and selfexpression.
October 1, 2059, 1:00 AM
It was a strange night.
The clock struck one, and the hospital corridors were bathed in an eerie silence.
I made my rounds, my footsteps echoing softly, the only sound breaking the stillness of the night.
As I walked, my feet caught on something.
I stumbled and fell down the stairs.
My heart racing, I got up, dusting myself off.
I picked up the suitcase that had caused my fall and continued walking down the corridor to the nurse’s changing room on the third floor of the Seoul Hospital.
Once inside, I set the suitcase down and tried to catch my breath.
It was a bit strange that someone would leave their luggage here.
My curiosity piqued, I decided to take a look inside.
I opened the case and was met with a sight that left me breathless.
Inside was a white latex bodysuit, glossy white latex opera-length gloves, thigh-high white latex boots, and a waist cincher that looked like a nurse’s uniform but with a very unorthodox design.
I couldn’t help but stare at the garments before me.
They were so different from anything I had seen or experienced before.
I couldn’t help but feel drawn to them.
Standing alone in the changing room, I reached toward the white latex bodysuit with trembling fingers.
The material felt cool and smooth against my fingertips, unlike anything I had ever touched before.
I ran my hand along the surface, tracing the seamless construction and perfect stitching.
The overhead fluorescent light caught the material, creating a subtle sheen that seemed to pulse with each movement.
My heart pounded as I lifted the suit from the case, feeling its weight and flexibility in my hands.
The latex made a soft whisper as it moved through the air.
I held it up against my body, studying my reflection in the full-length mirror that lined one wall of the changing room.
The suit’s pristine white color matched perfectly with my nurse’s uniform.
"Do you think it's really meant for you?" a voice suddenly asked from the doorway, startling me.
I turned to see Dr. Kim leaning against the frame, his eyes fixed on the suit with a knowing look.
"I don't know," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper, "but it feels like it has a purpose beyond what we understand."
Dr. Kim stepped into the changing room, closing the door behind him.
I quickly stuffed the latex suit back into the suitcase, but before I could zip it up, Dr. Kim reached out and placed a hand on mine to stop me.
"I recognize this design," he said, his voice filled with curiosity.
"It's from the experimental therapy program on the fifth floor."
I looked at him in surprise.
"What do you mean?"
I asked, my heart racing with anticipation.
Dr. Kim leaned forward and pulled the bodysuit out of the suitcase.
He held it up, examining it closely.
"This is one of our specialized garments designed for patients with specific needs," he explained.
"Some of our patients require unique clothing as part of their therapy, and this latex suit is one of them."
He paused, studying my reaction.
"Would you like to see the program files?"
I nodded, clutching the suitcase closer to my chest.
Dr. Kim led me out of the changing room and down the corridor toward his office.
As we entered his office, a sense of foreboding settled over me, knowing that what I was about to discover could change everything.
In Dr. Kim's dimly lit office, I sat nervously in a chair across from his desk.
He pulled out his computer and began typing furiously, the screen flickering to life with a password prompt.
After entering his credentials, he opened a folder labeled "Therapy Program Files."
The contents spilled onto the screen, revealing detailed sketches of the latex outfit alongside patient testimonials and progress reports.
Dr. Kim leaned forward, pointing at the screen.
"This program is designed to help patients overcome trauma through sensory therapy," he explained.
"The latex suit is made from a unique material that provides a specific sensation when worn. It helps patients associate touch with positive emotions, gradually overcoming their fears and anxieties."
I watched intently as Dr. Kim scrolled through the files, showing me photos of previous patients who had participated in the program.
Each image depicted a person wearing the latex suit, their faces filled with a mix of apprehension and hope.
My fingers absently traced the handle of the suitcase on my lap as I listened to Dr. Kim's explanation.
Suddenly, his phone rang, breaking the silence in the room.
Dr. Kim excused himself to take the call, leaving me alone with the open files on his computer.
Without hesitation, I quickly pulled out my phone and snapped photos of the files on the screen.
As I scrolled through them, one document caught my eye - "Project Moonlight." The image depicted a figure wearing an eye mask and holding a bow and arrow.
The figure was dressed in a flowing white robe, and their face was obscured by shadows.
I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as I stared at the image.
Dr. Kim returned, noticing my expression.
"Ah, you've found Project Moonlight," he said, his tone suddenly more serious.
"It's a classified initiative; only a few of us know its true purpose."
Back in the changing room, I lay out the latex suit on the bench, studying its intricate details.
The material glistened under the fluorescent lights, matching the image from Project Moonlight perfectly.
My hands trembled as I peeled off my nurse's uniform, revealing my bare skin underneath.
I took a deep breath and began to slide into the tight latex bodysuit.
The material clung to my skin as I worked it up my legs and torso, each movement deliberate and careful.
I pulled on the long gloves, feeling them grip my arms tightly.
Next, I slipped on the tall boots and zipped them up securely.
Standing before the mirror, I fastened the corset belt around my waist, noticing how it accentuated my curves.
Finally, I lifted the crescent-shaped mask to my face, securing it with a delicate strap behind my head.
As I looked at my reflection, I barely recognized myself.
The latex suit transformed me into someone powerful and mysterious. A distant siren pierced the silence of the hospital corridor outside.
Dr. Kim's voice came through the door, urgent and low.
"They're coming for the suit," he said, his words laced with urgency.
I turned toward the door, my heart pounding. "What do you mean? Who's coming?"
"I'll keep watch outside. You need to get changed quickly," Dr. Kim replied, his voice filled with concern.
I quickly gathered my regular clothes into my locker and stuffed them into a bag.
Glancing out the changing room window, I saw three black vans pulling into the hospital parking lot.
Men in dark suits stepped out of the vans, their faces obscured by shadows as they spoke into earpieces.
Dr. Kim's voice came through the door again, this time barely above a whisper.
"They're from the National Research Institute."
My latex-covered fingers fumbled with my phone as I snapped a final photo of myself in the suit.
The boots made a soft squeaking sound as I moved closer to the window.
I could see Dr. Kim standing guard outside, his eyes scanning the corridor with a mix of worry and determination.
Suddenly, I heard heavy footsteps approaching down the corridor.
I crouch by the window, my heart racing as the footsteps grow louder.
Dr. Kim's eyes flicker towards me from the doorway, his expression urgent.
He mouths a single word: "roof access."
I grab my phone and the Project Moonlight file from the bench, then slip through the back door of the changing room.
The latex squeaks against itself as I climb the maintenance stairs leading to the roof.
The cool night air hits my masked face as I push open the heavy door.
On the rooftop, I see a bow and quiver of arrows propped against the ventilation unit.
Just like in the project file.
I hear shouting below, muffled by the distance.
My gloved hands grasp the bow, testing its weight.
The masked figure from the file - that's who I am now.