Ping!
Laura's phone went off. A patient was in need, about 10 minutes away. Would she accept? She hit yes, then grabbed her work bag and checked that she had everything she needed to take care of her patient: migraine meds, ibuprofen, electrolytes, lube, condoms...
She had had this gig for almost six months. The premise was simple--someone who suffered migraines could hit a button in an app and call for a nurse to come help them. Keep them hydrated, give them drugs, and help alleviate and distract from their pain by giving them an orgasm. They're called nurses in the app, but it's more like "nurses"--most of the workers were people who aspired to do healthcare work but could never get the qualification for one reason or another. Laura had made it about nine months through her nursing degree before she burned out. This gig let her work around her changing energy levels while still doing the kind of work she wanted to do.
She dropped her work bag in the passenger seat, got in, and drove to the patient's address using the in-app maps. She was already in her sexy nurse outfit when she got the message--she had nothing to do that day and the outfit was comfortable. She arrived at an apartment building. The door had been jammed open, so she went inside and up the stairs to the right apartment. The door was unlocked and she let herself in.
"I'm here!" she called out.
"Thank goodness!" came the reply from one of the rooms inside. Laura followed the voice and entered the room. Lying on the bed with a pillow over the top half of his head was a young man about her age of 24. Next to him was a bucket--empty from what she could see. She set her bag down at the end of the bed and came over to him.
"Can I give you a painkiller?" she asked.
"I already took a rizatriptan, but I could do with some actual painkillers."