Standing in front of my mirror I realized I did not look too bad for a thirty-five-year-old woman who had not been laid in nearly two years. I zipped up my uniform dress, adjusted my white thigh high stockings. I hate wearing pantyhose they are so restricting. Never have I worn underwear, because I think the body needs to breathe. My hair was always my biggest problem when getting ready for work. I have always been proud of my hair it reaches my waist in long soft natural curls of dark strawberry blonde. Wrapping it up into a bun was difficult, but possible.
Today I thought I would do with a change and used two white sticks to hold it in place. Looking again I checked my face for wrinkles as I do every day thinking some magical wrinkle fairy will take any signs of aging away. Giggling to myself I grabbed my purse and headed for the door.
Lillyview Medical Center was only a twenty minute drive and I had thirty minutes to get there and on my floor. Every day I hope there will be a new patient that is not old, or senile. Someone I could actually talk to about how they felt and be able to help him or her. Most of my patients were comatose or very combative. My nerves cannot take it I thought. I am in need of some serious sexual tension release. In these times you can never be too careful, most men are just out to get laid and move on. Wanting someone that will enjoy and appreciate me. I am not bad looking five feet seven, large breasts, and slim waist leading into full hips. I am not a tiny woman but a woman that was built for a lover's enjoyment. Laughing out at how ludicrous that sounds.
I made it just in the nick of time Doug the second shift nurse spotted me, "There you are Red, and you cut this close every day."
Smiling back and patted him on the shoulder, "So who do I take the report from tonight?"
"You get me. Now doesn't that just make your night?", Doug was laughing as he handed me a pad of paper and pen. "You won't need to write much it has been a slow night. They discharged six patients today so we are working on half-staff. You have one patient, male, age 42; patient is in for hip surgery. His vitals are stable; able to get up and around, but has some pain when he does. He is married, but I think the relationship is strained, she dropped him off and said to call if he needs anything else." Doug lifted an eyebrow with concern, "You know how I hate that kind of stuff, and she is one cold-hearted woman. You know how it affects someone when separated from family and it is strained. This patient is very sullen, it would be great if you could put a smile on his face."
"Ok, got it. You forgot one thing Doug! What is his name?" I laughed at him; Doug was always giving such long details but forgets the most obvious. You could not ask for a better nurse than Doug though. I would put my life in his hands anytime. Hell if he isn't gay, I would put more than my life in his hands.
"Sorry Red, his name is Sam. Umm Samuel North room 415, private room" He patted my back and walked away. Damn I though he has a better sway when he walks than I do. Smiling I walked to my new patients room. I could not have been happier to have one that would talk back to me. Walking into his room I noticed his light was on.
"Hello Mr. North, my name is Rachel and I will be your nurse tonight." I looked at him so I could catch what kind of mood he was in and meet with the most amazing hazel eyes. He was a handsome man with strong rugged features.
He smiled at me saying, "Please call me Sam. Mr. North is my father." His smile lit up his face making his eyes sparkle. "I never knew nurses' could be so pretty. Usually I get one in her sixties and very stern. This is a pleasure."
I am not sure why but for the first time in ages I began to blush. "Thank you I think. I need to take your vital signs and check you out. Is that ok with you?"
