The whole ‘hot nurse’ fantasy always seemed like one of those scenarios far removed from reality. In my experience there’s not much sexy about a stay in the hospital.
So I had a hospital trip which was painful and not sexy and I’ll spare you the details. The surgeon did their thing and told me most people go home the next day. The next day, though, some number wasn’t where the doctor thought it should be, and so I had to stay. The drugs were nice, they kept the pain away, and so mostly I was bored.
It felt like I was lingering, watching hours and hours of tv, playing word games on my phone, IMing anyone who would respond, trying to ignore the constant chaos of hospital noise. The nurses, they came and went. Their shift schedule was arcane and impenetrable, their visits to my bed perfunctory and brief. I wasn’t paying them much attention.
And then she showed up. Scrubs and mask protected her, I could see nothing but her eyes. Bright, hazel, filled with sultry mystery. Dark eyeliner drew them out, long and thick eyelashes swept me in. Sculpted and delicate eyebrows had never looked so sexy. Our gazes met, my breath caught, I floated downstream.