Sometimes the job was too easy!
Of course tonight’s shift was on the private ward with all mod-cons. A nurse barely had to leave the nursing station and yet she could monitor how all the patients in the private rooms were doing and if anything untoward happened they could simply press the opposite corners of the I-pad simultaneously for five seconds and a crash-team would be en route instantly.
Though, this being the private ward meant that it was a rarity that there would be any critical patients at all and tonight was no exception. Only four of the rooms would be in use and all were simply pre-op for surgery first thing in the morning. Sarah and James had settled three of them in already, a knee-op, a breast reduction and a breast enlargement. Katie tried not to imagine the two women side by side in an operating theatre and a ‘Woody Allen’ surgeon simply swapping the two pairs across.
Sarah was gathering her things as Katie looked up to the click-clack sound of a pair of heels approaching the nursing station up the tiled corridor. “Our last wandering patient,” she said softly to Sarah.
The other nurse glanced around and then turned back hoisting her bag onto her shoulder, “Your last wandering patient, I’m off;” she grinned broadly, “have fun!”
Katie briefly stuck her tongue out at her friend and then pulled up the details on the I-pad. “Miss McNally?” she asked.
The brunette smiled and nodded as she stopped before the station, the small wheeled suitcase coming to a halt beside her feet. “Yes, sorry I’m a bit late,” she apologised in a low, husky voice. Katie sensed a deep trepidation within the attractive woman’s voice which wasn’t unusual within the confines of a hospital even for the most routine of procedures.
“If you would confirm your birthdate and hospital number I’ll show to your room and let you settle in before we go through all the rest, if that’s okay?”
Katie watched as the woman before her gulped and nodded; her chest beneath the confines of an immaculate business suit rising and falling rapidly. The nurse got ready to move quickly around the desk as she watched the origins of a major panic attack start to appear. Miss McNally shook her head, her dark, straight shoulder length hair flying out as if she was in a shampoo commercial and the fear and panic disappeared almost completely. She read out her date of birth as she pulled her phone from her pocket and swiped her thumb across the screen and read out her hospital number.
“All good then,” Katie encouraged and led the woman over to room eight and showed her inside. The nurse couldn’t help grin as the woman looked about the room taken aback by the plushness of the décor. The only differences with a top notch hotel were the two screens and neatly arranged tubes for gas and air either side of the hospital bed. Katie swiped an icon across the I-pad and copied the patient’s file to the screen on the left side of the bed.
“I’ll leave you to it, your en-suite is through there,” she pointed to the door in the corner, “and you’ll find instructions for everything else on here” she lifted up an I-pad mini, “Including a call button. I’ll be back in half an hour?”
“Yes… thank you;” her green eyes dropped down to the nurse’s chest, “Thank you Nurse Rose.”
“Katie is fine, see you in a bit.”
She stepped out of the room and flipped back to the patient list just as James came out of the office having obviously used it to change out of the standard theatre-blues into his civvies. “Hiya Katie,” he offered, “don’t expect you’re gonna have a hectic night!”
“Unlike you I’m guessing,” she replied taking her time to look him up and down, “where you headed in your glad rags?”
“Meeting up with the crew from CITU, knowing them probably end up in West 5,” he answered.
“Oh it’s been an age since I had a good boogie,” she answered concealing her jealousy as well as the double meaning she felt behind the word ‘boogie’.
“I’ll be thinking of you; oh it’s Gately on duty tonight, so-“
“-I’ll not see her short of a nuclear holocaust!” Katie finished the sentence about their line manager. It was hardly a problem considering the four patients she had to take care of and it was also a reflection on her experience even though she was meant to be relieved for at least thirty minutes half way through her shift. It wasn’t a problem in any way on the high-tech private ward as the I-pad kept her in touch at all times with all nine rooms and even alerted the duty nurse if their ‘Obs’ varied outside of pre-set limits. “Have fun,” she ended with as her male counterpart walked away; she took a moment to admire his ass in his tight pair of black jeans.
“Oh I could really do with a good boogie,” she whispered to herself.
****
It was forty minutes before Katie returned to room eight, knocking briefly and entering when she heard the woman within consent. The young woman was sitting in the bed having managed to raise it up to a sitting position to watch the news on the flat screen TV mounted on the wall opposite. She’d changed into a large T-shirt depicting Wyle E. Coyote snacking on a drumstick with the tag-line beneath suggested ‘Revenge is a dish best served BBQ-ed!’
Katie smiled at the obviously brand new T-shirt figuring the woman normally slept in the nude and had bought the clothing especially for her hospital stay. It was far better than some of the negligees she had seen in her time. She pulled a stool across from the wall and perched herself upon it crossing her legs and opening the relevant file. She placed the I-pad down beside the patient’s legs beneath the covers and opened a drawer beside the bed pulling out a plastic wrapped package scanning the barcode over the camera in the pad.
“First things first; I see by your file you have no skin allergies you are aware of, Miss McNally?” she asked pronouncing the surname Mac- an-ally. The young woman faced her and smiled shaking her head.
“Family?” she asked.
Katie nodded, “Lots of cousins and aunts and uncles up near the border,” she tore open the package revealing two sticky pads and a sticky strip. “These will monitor your vitals while you stay with us;” she explained as she wrapped the strip around the woman’s tanned bicep, “If I may?” she asked pointing to the woman’s chest who nodded in reply. She drew down the sheet and slipped her hand up under the woman’s T-shirt smiling at the cartoon figure and placed the first pad on the side of her ribcage just beneath her left breast. “Yourself?” she asked noting some of her family’s Irish brogue drifting into her voice.
“Just outside Athlone a little ways” she answered as Katie leant across her and slid the other sensor up her right side, “call me Marie, please.” She had to reach quite high to place the technological marvel up towards the collar bone above the right breast, normally she would have slipped her hand through the neck or arm hole but both were quite tight. She was as professional as always and ignored the soft warm flesh of the young woman’s breast as her arm slid across it even when she inhaled quite deeply.
“Yep, that’s all good, Marie,” she stated as she consulted the I-pad, “Now just lots of standard questions just to double check the information we have.”
She rattled of the list of questions without having to read the prompts on the screen and just check whether the boxes were ticked or crossed appropriately.
“Okay so your scheduled for your op’ at 7.30 in the morning so no more eating till then and if you do get thirsty please keep it to small sips please.” Marie nodded her eyes briefly hinting at the previous anxiety she had displayed earlier. “So just need to examine the site to check it’s all clear and prepared,” Katie continued as she scrolled down to the specifics of the case and felt her eyes widen as she read the details; “Oh!” she gasped involuntarily.
Marie laughed as the two women’s eyes met, “I figured you didn’t know.”
“Oh, I’m sorry” the nurse replied her eyes dropping to the patient’s neck examining it closely, “No, not a clue!” she admitted.
Marie stroked her fingers across her throat knowing exactly what the woman was looking for, “It is good work, isn’t it!”
Katie nodded, “Abrahms is the best; you never, ever recognise his work!”
Marie nodded acknowledging the surgeon’s name, “Not cheap, but then again if you can afford it there are some things a girl should never skimp on!”
Katie felt a little colour fill her cheeks as her eyes slid down over Marie’s chest noting a pair of particularly hard nipples poking up through Wylie’s eye and ear. With almost no hesitancy the young woman rolled down the sheets and pulled up the hem of her T-shirt exposing her crotch. Lying there, looking a little alien to Katie’s eyes as it had all been clean shaven was the last remnants of Marie’s masculinity.
The blush deepened in Katie’s cheeks as she leant forward to examine the cock before her. Even though it was strictly speaking flaccid its girth was still quite impressive and was easily over seven inches in length in its present state; the nurse became aware that her cheeks weren’t the only thing heating up as she figured the specimen before her was probably a close second, when it was fully erect, to the largest cock she had ever known intimately. In the back of her brain a little voice was reminding her that it had been over twelve months since she’d had any intimate knowledge at all of any cock.
She rolled her head from side to side and was a little disappointed that the patient had done such a good job of shaving her groin; even the sac with two tiny balls within due to the hormone regimen Marie would have been on for the past eighteen months was completely denuded of hair. Without even realising Katie allowed a sigh escape from her lips.
“Is there a problem?” Marie asked slightly worried and for the first time Katie detected the slight undertone of a male voice.
She straightened up quickly and pulled the sheets up covering the patient, “No, none at all; looks perfect… err, I mean you did a thorough, err, job, shave!” she answered far more flustered than she suspected she had ever been during her professional career including her first years as a student.
Marie lifted the sheet up and stared at her genitalia, the worry still etched on her face; “Tell me, please… is something wrong; will the op have to be delayed?”
Katie pulled herself together, ignoring the uncomfortable and yet stimulating dampness forming in her own nether regions; “No, it’s all fine, there’s nothing untoward. It’s not anything medical, trust me.”
Marie’s eyes shifted to Katie’s, her hands still holding up the sheet while the expression on her face hardened. “You don’t approve?” she asked although it was half statement.
“No… yes; I mean,” she took a deep breath and formulated thoughts which wasn’t helped as Marie lowered the sheet exposing her cock to her once again. Her eyes glanced towards the cause of her consternation before she twisted on the stool and looked at the woman straight in the eye. “I honestly understand the issues of body identity and can only guess at how I would have felt if I was trapped in the wrong body,” she stated drawing another deep breath seeing Marie’s features soften a fraction.
“I know full well that if you’ve got to this day you’ve thought long and hard-“ she paused and saw the corner of Marie’s mouth curl upwards at the accidental pun. “Sorry; you haven’t taken this decision lightly and also that various professionals have had to assess you, which can’t be an easy thing in itself and have approved the procedure. Down the years I’ve seen fifty maybe a hundred people pass through these doors before you for the same ‘op’ and I have never thought it was wrong or even a mistake!”
“So what was that sigh about?” Marie asked looking down at her groin.
“Honestly?” Katie asked and the woman simply nodded; “It’s a real nice looking cock, truth be told and, well, rather liking them myself and knowing that tomorrow it will be no more, seems a shame.” The woman’s eyebrows raised a fraction, “From my personal perspective, of course!” she added hurriedly.
Marie finally lifted up the sheet and covered herself, “I guess I can see that” she said and turned her attention back to the television.
Outside the door Katie slapped her forehead in frustration and gazed down at her crotch. The baggy, uncomplimentary theatre-blues gave no hint to the damp state of her underwear; “You know you’re no help at all” she scolded her genitalia and then grinned as she looked about even though there was zero chance of anyone overhearing her.
****
Katie sat at the nurse’s station, the I-pad propped against the side with the data being streamed from the four patients displayed in each quarter of the screen. Four sets of observations that couldn’t be any less interesting as she played Sudoku on her phone. Her mind kept wandering away and she had already made three simple errors on this mathematical puzzle as the image of Marie’s cock kept flitting into her brain and the ever present dampness between her thighs insisted on some attention.
A dampness that had already had her raid the supply closet and ‘borrow’ a pair of disposable knickers and an absorbent pad (luckily items that weren’t closely monitored); all of which felt extremely uncomfortable and didn’t lessen the demands of her quim. She closed the game on her phone and lifted the I-pad, her eyes staring at the small camera icon with a red cross through it along the bottom bar of the screen. All of the rooms had cameras for those critical patients whom she figured had never once resided here in the private wing of the hospital.
She tapped on the icon and a window appeared asking her to select a camera; it took her five seconds before her finger touched ‘Room 8’ and the next prompt appeared that she had known would. The security protocol insisted on her personal ID number as she’d known it would just as she’d known she wouldn’t go any further; she could easily lose her job if she couldn’t give a good and purely professional reason for invading a patient’s privacy. “Don’t think hoping for a glimpse of a cock is going to cut it,” she whispered to herself; “no matter how big it is!”
A single beep sounded from down the corridor and she swiped the window away as she heard the soft steps approaching up the corridor. “Hey Katie,” called Senior Sister Gately as she turned the corner; she looked about, “I see the usual Grey-Sloane drama is unfolding!”
“Ohh, never a dull moment here, Dee,” she replied glancing back at the screen to double-check the camera prompts had all disappeared.
The older woman leaned on the front of the counter, folding her arms; “Ever miss the ITU?” she asked.
“A little,” she admitted, “though the shifts I happily left behind!”
“And here you are doing a night shift on the most boring ward in the hospital!” Dee replied raising an eyebrow.
“True, but at almost three times the rate and only when I want them!” Katie answered; “Makes all the difference in the world!”
“You wanna take ten minutes for a fag break?” the woman asked.
“Not anymore! Quit the cancer sticks almost ten months now,” Katie answered proudly but in the back of her head the old demon was still there and the cock in room 8 certainly wasn’t helping her cravings.
“Good for you!” Dee replied impressed, “Maybe one day I’ll do the same… but I doubt it,” she shrugged. She surveyed the corridor once more and stepped away from the desk, “Well, if you want a break from all this excitement around three I could take over for twenty or so minutes,”
“Thanks,” the younger nurse replied genuinely surprised at the offer; “I’ll bear it in mind.” She watched the woman disappear and wondered if her general view of Dee was biased by the hectic workload they had shared on the ITU wards years previously or if the woman had actually mellowed. She heard the main door to the ward click shut before she whispered “Wonders will never cease!”
She pondered the idea of taking Dee up on her offer thinking maybe given twenty minutes she could satisfy the aching need between her thighs without any fear of interruption. She nibbled her bottom lip as her fingers twitched and had figured it would be the best course of action as she was sure that even though her toys waited for her at home a little play with her fingers even in the uncomfortable surroundings of a toilet cubicle might satisfy her soaking slit till she got home. A quiet buzzing began and her attention was drawn back to the I-pad.