It was 1:38 am when the call light came on at the nurses' station on 3 West. Glancing up from her charts, Susan recognized the call, Room 369. A private room at the end of the hallway, shielded from the usual hospital noise and commotion by the janitors closet and the laundry room between it and Room 367. Its current occupant was a 26 year old man who had broken a leg and a wrist in a skiing accident. His left leg was in traction, his right wrist was in a cast, and although nothing was broken, his left shoulder was badly bruised and heavily wrapped to keep the shoulder immobile. Susan finished a charting note and headed for the room.
The door was closed and it swooshed gently as she opened it to enter. The room was dark, illuminated only by the soft glow through the window from the lights on the roof of the hospital parking garage about 150 feet away. Her patient was awake.
"How can I help you Mr. Stevens?" Susan asked.
"It's these darn sheets," was the reply. "And Mr. Stevens is my dad or my grandfather, so please call me Mark."
"As you wish Mark, let's see what's going on here."
Susan saw that even though Mark couldn't roll over somehow he had managed to get the sheets wrapped around the leg that was in traction. She began to remove them when she noticed his hospital gown was way up at his waist. There in all is glory was Mark's fully exposed and very erect penis, standing straight up in the air.
Without missing a beat Susan answered her own question.
"I think I've found your problem Mark," she replied. She paused a moment, looking him straight in the eyes. He stared back at her, holding her gaze.
"Can you, um, ahhhhh... help me with that?" he asked in a hoarse whisper.
Susan continued to look at his eyes. They were pleading with her, urgently, for assistance. She hesitated for just a moment.
"Mark," she said, "you've been here for about 8 days right?" Her voice quivered as she said the words.
"Yes," came his whispered answer.
She could tell he was nervous, very nervous.
"Let me check your pulse," she said. She dropped the sheets, making no effort to cover his erection. Taking the wrist not in the cast, she proceeded to take his pulse. She feigned looking at her watch. She already knew from the first few seconds his heartbeat was elevated from the excitement. Instead, she looked at his penis. His very nice penis, actually. At about 7-1/2" long and reasonably thick, she watched it pulse slightly as his heart pumped blood to maintain his erection. She felt her own heartbeat increase in anticipation. She released his wrist and again looked him in the eye.
At 56 years of age Susan had been a nurse over 30 years and had always maintained high professional standards of patient care. She had seen erections before, and been asked for 'assistance' before and had always politely refused the opportunity. But this erection in front of her, this pulsing, throbbing erection was about to change that. In an instant she knew she would help this young man.
