A Dish Best Served Hot
This is my first erotica post. Grammar might be shit but I refuse to apologize.
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“Goddamn it Steve, stay with me! Fuck, man, you we’re supposed to go to the track with me next weekend and show me your car!”
“Time of death, 0545 January 31st, 2021,” the physician lamented. As he passed Victor, he patted him on the back and softly said “I’m sorry”.
All the nurses and doctors and Respiratory Therapist filtered out of the room; Victor remained. He looked down at Steve, one of his patients, and pressed his eyes closed forever. “He’s only 25 years old,” he whispered with sorrow, “way too young. This fucking virus….” He balled up the plastic disposable gown and slammed it into the trash.
“CODE BLUE ROOM 899. CODE BLUE ROOM 899. CODE BLUE ROOM 899,” The intercom blared.
“No…. Lisa!”
A wave of green scrubs rushed into the room, beeps and alarms sounding off. Victor ran off towards the room, slipping on another pair of plastic protective gown and glove.
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