It is late morning on Monday. You are finished with the Operation Room schedule for the morning and are now going to proceed with rounds. Wearing a fresh set of scrubs you head for the elevator. Still new to this facility, you read the chart in the elevator to remind yourself which is the surgical floor. Oh, yes, 4th floor.
Arriving on the 4th floor, you find it oddly quiet. Patients must all be at therapy or other appointments for the morning before lunch is served. You check on the first room, a gallbladder surgery with a nasty incisional infection. Lucky, you think to yourself, I wasn't in on that job, just covering for another group. Nasty smell coming from that room. You write some orders and proceed to the next on the list.
And then you see her. Standing at the desk, in rose scrubs and jacket. Her dark brown hair falls softly off her head just above her shoulders. The stance you find her in is very appealing, allowing a good glimpse of her gluteals. She turns to look at the person approaching her and smiles as her eyes meet yours. And she licks her lips, longingly. Tracing her lip line with her delicate tongue.
The floor remains deserted. No patient lights buzzing and no phones ringing. Its as if you are in a dream world. Everything flows around you, at times in slow motion. Finally you are right in back of her. She can admire the bulge from below the belt of your scrubs, it is protruding from beneath your lab coat. She bites her tongue in delight. She turns to face you. As she does so, you see that she is really wearing a white teddy beneath her scrub dress. The straps are loosely escaping the nape of the collar.