Beth made her rounds from room to room like a zombie. Working on seven hours' sleep achieved in, at best, thirty-minute increments over the previous two days, she struggled to put coherent thoughts together.

What thoughts she did have were more like visions. It was as if a drone version of her exhausted mind was looking down upon herself, lying naked in the soft sheets of her own bed, eating Hagandaz from the carton, watching the Bachelorette. Meanwhile, her actual self walked around in the most boring hospital show ever made. The closer her shift came to an end, the less she could think of anything other than non-hospital food and her vibrator collection.

“My god, let this shift end!” She shouted into her own head as she entered room 686. She grabbed the chart and looked upon the poor guy in front of her. He had been here since before her shift began, a victim of a fall on a construction site. He had apparently hit a lot of stuff on the way down. That had saved his life, but broken his body.

Bandages covered his head except for his mouth and one eye. His right arm was in a full cast. His left was propped up due to a broken clavicle, and his wrist was wrapped due to a severe sprain. Both legs were in casts, and his chest was bound tightly, so that his several cracked ribs had a chance to heal. In all her visits, he had never been awake. The trauma, combined with an IV drip of painkillers, ensured he was sleeping most of the time.

“This can’t be right,” Beth said out loud. “Surely they changed your catheter more recently than eight hours ago.” Beth pulled back the sheet and lifted the patient’s gown.

“Oh, my, god,” Beth said. “That is a UTI waiting to happen.” She poked her head out onto the floor. It was two in the morning. There should be the floor RN, an LPN, and a medical assistant. There was no one. “Fuuuuuck. Four years of college; four more of medical school, and a half million dollars in debt … and I’m changing fucking pee bags like an orderly.”

The bag was nearly overflowing, and the medical tape had been left in place for far too long. As she pulled it off, the patient startled. For the first time, she saw his eye open. It was a brilliant blue.

“Hi,” he said. “Thank you.”

“Of course, sir,” Beth said. “Let me clean you up a bit and we’ll get you back to sleeping and healing.”

She tore open an antiseptic sponge and put warm water in a stainless steel bowl. With a fresh pair of gloves, she washed the patient’s groin and penis.

“You’re a very puitty nurth,” the patient slurred. He had apparently lost a tooth in the fall. Or, perhaps, it was the pain meds. Beth smiled and did not bother to correct him. At that moment the patient’s penis began to grow. In her zombie state, Beth watched it without reaction. And then, it grew some more.

“That feelths good,” he said, “I haven’t been able to touch it for dayths.”

Beth should have stopped, attached a fresh catheter bag, and moved on. Instead, she actively stroked the quickly hardening member. The patient groaned in apparent pleasure. What the fuck am I doing?

That weak effort of her conscious mind to return her to sanity was easily defeated. She pulled off her latex gloves and grasped the patient’s veiny seven-and-a-half inches with her bare hands. It was like touching an electrified rod that sent energy straight to her clit. She stroked faster.

“Yeth, yethhh,” the patient moaned in a whisper.

An astounding stream of precum rolled down his circumcised glans. She watched from the mental drone above her, as her physical self leaned forward to lick it. She circled the tip with an outstretched tongue. She liked the briny-sweet mixture, prompting her zombie body to take the beautiful, leaking staff fully into her mouth. Fuck, I love dick.

The patient groaned, partly from pleasure, and partly from the pain from Beth’s hand on his thigh. She stepped away. I should stop and get the fuck out of here. Instead, Beth tightened her brunette ponytail, kicked off her pristine white trainers, and pushed her marine blue scrub bottoms to the floor.

“Argh!” The patient groaned as she crawled over his plastered legs.

Beth squatted over the guy’s perfect cock and pulled her thong aside.

“Fuuuuuck, yeeees,” Beth moaned as she sank onto the thick head.

The patient moaned too, but then gasped in pain when Beth’s body weight reached his hips.

“It’s o.k.,” he groaned. Not that Doctor Zombie cared one way or the other. Beth placed two hands on his bandaged chest to brace herself and then commenced fucking the patient into the mattress.

“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ahhhh!” The patient grunted and moaned in a mixture of pain and ecstasy.

Beth was possessed, pounding to balls deep, then rising until her wet lips barely gripped his head, then pounding down again. The patient’s cock had the perfect proportions of her favorite dildo, but was delightfully warm and alive. The force and pace of her assault increased.

“Ah! Ow! Ow! Oh!” The balance seemed to tilt toward pain for the patient.

Beth did not care. The man’s cock felt so good, stretching her cervix just enough, at the same time that its girth worked her g-spot to perfection. She moved a hand to her clit to round out the sensations. She was close.

Her thighs burned. She was out of breath. At last her dam burst, and the ecstatic contractions took hold. It was the most intense orgasm she had had in months. It just kept rolling, until she squirted a fountain of brine all over the patient’s groin. Her eyes rolled back and she quivered to her finish.

“Ouch!” The patient groaned as Beth awkwardly crawled off him.

She returned her mouth to the man’s glistening dick. She licked and sucked her juice from him as she bobbed her head over his length, taking him into her throat with nary a gag.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuh!” The patient groaned, this time clearly in pure pleasure. Beth took in gob after gob of spunk, swallowing his giant oyster completely before releasing his cock from her very happy mouth.

Much better than hospital food, she thought with a smile, as she pulled her scrubs back on.