The young nurse pushed the pile of admission documents on the desk & flicked her eyes back to the screen, the old desktop whirled away as the patient records now flicked between the pixels.
She saw her reflection for a while on the monitor screen, she still saw a young woman in her late teens, the clubbing, popular girl at college but as looked closer, she could see the tell-tale signs that she was becoming just another nurse.
How soon before she got fatter, more filled out & accepting of her life choices.
Looking back again, she never realised how tight fitting the probationary nurses' tunics were, the pale green fabric made sure that everyone knew what she was packing up-top & the length was short enough to expose her lace stocking tops constantly to the older perverts that she cared for.
Tabitha was typical of the non local girls, they had never worn stockings before or experienced full cup Triumph bras, the granny style underwear always felt huge around her buttocks & sex.
She never enjoyed coming back after her days off to pull on the formal foundation wear that was mandatory for the private hospital. It was obvious that he had struggled to adjust to the routine & the demands of the older patients, what was worse she had made enemies.
Her supervising matron was a bully & worse, an open lesbian dyke bitch who made no secret she wanted to break as many straight girls before she retired as she could.
The old bitch had caught her a few times getting changed & everything was awkward between the two, she was asked about her underwear or what she wore away from the hospital but it was always in a weird creepy way.
The girls in the team netball team were all in a clique, some were now openly experimenting with each other or others had experienced drunken fumbling's on staff nights out.
Tabitha looked confused at the screen again, Marty's records weren't correct, his file seemed to have been edited, this wasn't the first time she knew she was seeing something strange, her detective cousin Elizabeth had been telling the truth, she just needed to know more.
She never heard the door slowly un-lock, she got too distracted by the pictures in Patient 13's file, she should have been more aware but her curiosity just got the better of her.
Even if she knew she had company, it would have been pointless, even if she saw Dr White was tapping her fingers against the door frame, she had no excuses., she had been careless & ignored her cousins instructions to be careful & always worry that she was risking more than her job.
By the time she knew she had fucked up it was too late, the matron swung at her chair with so much force that she was thrown clear off onto the floor. Her huge fat land-whale of a Matron was now on top of her waiving a black can of spray directly into her face.
The big bitch straddled the poor girl & pressed down on the nozzle again & blasted the nasty tasting pepper spray into the victim's face again & again. The poor girl was crying as tears streamed down her face, her mouth filled with saliva & after a few seconds she started to drool.
The scene played out like many aggressive patients who had become out of control but now it was happening to her, through the haze of the tears she knew the hospital orderlies were grabbing at her arms & legs, she had seen this before & knew how frightening the whole process could be.
