In Heat at the Hospital
A young nurse struggles to control herself after catching a mysterious disease. (for Crush Publications May Writing Contest)
There was the ambulance signal again. After two years in the medical field, Nurse Williams could still feel a pit in her stomach as large as the one from her first ever emergency. It was pointless to try and stop her mind from jumping to the absolute worst-case scenarios though, she was trained to expect them after all, and to be prepared. Was she prepared? All Gina could do was take a few long breaths before quickly, yet calmly, making her way down the hall to assist the new patient.
Or what was left of them at least.
Oh, shut up. Not having this conversation right now.
Just as the nurse needed a distraction walking through the white, sterile halls, she got it — that slightly alien tingle in her nipples and crotch, what she already knew was a calm before the storm. This had nothing to do with anxiety, as much as the nurse wished it did. It was biological and highly out of ordinary. Gina had spent hours researching what possible illness could result in this high of an increase in libido and found nothing. If she’d indeed managed to encounter a completely novel medical illness, any sort of excitement stemming from it was shadowed by the petrifying fear of her being identified as patient zero. By God, she could see all those Internet memes already…
Thankfully, she had already shacked up in a bathroom stall right before the start of her shift, otherwise she would have been way too prone to mess up. In the last two weeks, she had already gotten a few warnings and are you okay?’s from her supervisors and coworkers. Would they have understood if she’d told them the truth? Gina didn’t want to find out anytime soon. No, they would have most likely laughed her right out of the hospital. Or even worse, actually try to examine her ‘condition’ or whatever it was.
Not everything seemed completely hopeless though. The patient that the paramedics had rolled in still resembled a human, there wasn’t even that much blood, bar a few bruises and cuts. The worst seemed to have been saved for the man’s lower limbs, which looked in quite urgent need of some readjustments.
“Crash on the motorway, the other driver was luckier. Patient unconscious, but the vitals are stable.” one of the paramedics recited to Dr. LeBlanc, who approached the stretcher soon after Gina. Despite pushing 40, his graying hair was only adding to his distinguished aura and was the only really noticeable sign of aging on his side. Him and Gina had known each other since she was still in medical school, which made her lackluster performance as of late that much more unsavory. And to think she had actually considered asking him out a few months back…
“Good, get him to the operating room. It should take no more than half an hour to readjust the bones.”
Oh thank God! Gina thought to herself. It meant it wouldn’t be long before she could go lock herself in the restroom and finally go to town on her increasingly aching…
Wait, I said that out loud didn’t I?
Judging by the awkward silence that had formed around the stretcher, it very much appeared so. The nurse’s body washed with sweat almost immediately, which didn’t exactly help her building horniness. The conversation between LeBlanc and the other workers resumed shortly after and Gina wondered if this was indeed going to be her last operation in that hospital.
It’s ok, just don’t fuck up, it’s that simple. Don’t even think about touching yourself. She thought as she helped wheel the stretcher into the operating room and the preparations began. Not even for a second, LeBlanc will deal with this in 45 minutes tops and then you can go do your thing, okay?
The operation took 2 hours and 27 minutes. By the end of it, Gina’s hands were noticeably shaky and she was pretty sure everyone in the room could smell the wetness from under her uniform, more than just nervous sweat which happened to even the best of medical workers. It had taken absolute peak self control to perform what were thankfully pretty rudimentary tasks for what was a relatively basic procedure, and even then there were a few slip-ups that had made the doctor furrow his eyebrows. It seemed to express concern rather than irritation on his part, but it still stung.
“Alright, good job, everybody. I… apologize for this thing dragging on a bit, I promise it was the earthquake and not the three beers I had earlier.”
The employees laughed, not counting Gina and the patient, whose blessed coma saved him from being exposed to even the most determined of dad jokes. She had managed to have a good look at him during the operation, trying to distract herself from her quivering pussy by assessing who he could possibly be. He was about her age and quite a sight for the sore eyes, even with the sustained injuries. It seemed like he had been going for a scruffy look even before the accident, judging by his lengthy brown hair and a pronounced stubble that hasn’t yet developed into a full-blown beard. He came off someone who rode a motorcycle, which made Gina wonder if that was what had gotten him in this pickle to begin with.
Yet at the same time she also couldn’t care less, because she needed her fingers, in her cunt, right there and then.
I swear, if I’m not alone in the next two minutes I’m doing it regardless, I don’t even care if they…
“Gina, would you kindly carry our patient to the ICU and get him set him up for further examination?”
“Oh for… yes, of course. I’ll do it right now in fact.”
“That was… yes, that would be good, thank you.” LeBlanc said with slight hesitation in his voice as the hospital staff sanitized and put away the appliances. “And after you do that, I would like to see you in my office.”
Gina’s lust-crazed mind didn’t have the capacity to linger on the dread brought on by that request, instead already carrying the patient from the table to the stretcher before being on her way to Intensive Care. She had to try really hard not to straight-up sprint with the patient, given how much her loins ached and her panties… no, they had no right even being this soaked! On her way she walked past the restroom, sparking an entire mental battle on why it wasn’t justified to leave a coma patient in the middle of a crowded hall so she could go finger herself stupid.
“Free room, free room, free room…” she muttered to herself as she entered the ICU, sweat on her brow and finger tapping impatiently on the stretcher’s handle. “There, oh thank God…”
The moment she managed to wheel the stretcher into the empty room 445 and shut the door behind, Gina let out a series of deep exhales, already beginning to run her hands through her chest, thighs and crotch.
“No, not enough, I have to… need to…” she groaned, before looking at the comatose man; a patient she was still responsible for. “Goddammit.”
As quickly as she could without botching the job, the nurse laid him onto the bed and went about securing his broken leg and connecting him to the necessary monitoring equipment.
Gina was pretty sure she had set up everything correctly. It wasn’t her first rodeo, but also she had to admit to herself that her state of mind caused by the condition simply didn’t allow her to…
“Oh fuck it!” she groaned, taking off her dark blue uniform in a hurry. As the top and the bottom pieces fell to the floor, they revealed the fit, generously proportioned body of the 25-year-old nurse, now in nothing but a white bra and a pair of panties, the latter of which was just as soaked as she had feared.
However, her bra was first to go. The pressure the fabric had on Gina’s erect nipples had been killing her for the last 90 minutes and once she’d let her full, perky D-cup breasts free, she started roughly groping and massaging them in pronounced circling motions, finally feeling some of that unbearable pressure in her chest drop. By that point there was a bit of drool on Gina’s lip, but she didn’t stop touching her burning chest for even a second to wipe it off.
Her pussy was so yearning and sensitive that it was almost numb, yet Gina still felt a perverse need to tease herself before planting her fingers in the swampy mess that no doubt awaited her under her panties. Resting one of her feet on the patient’s bed, she lowered her crotch on the front rail and started moving her hips on it back and forth.
“Oh yes, I needed this!” she groaned loud enough to most likely be heard from the other room.
Couldn’t care less. She was already losing her job anyway.
The whole hospital bed was shaking from Gina grinding her cotton-clad pussy on the rail while stimulating both of her nipples by twisting, rubbing and flicking them with her fingers. “Jesus, it has never felt that bad before. Oh, but it’s so damn good though!”
After completely forgetting he was there for a good while, Gina turned to the patient. Sexy motorcycle guy. Quite a new flavor for her, but oh how tasty it seemed at that moment. The gown had prevented Gina from seeing his cock all throughout the operation, but she couldn’t help but picture it all big and veiny, dangling above her eager, open mouth before her lips would envelop it.
Her mouth started giving him an imaginary blowjob, swirling her tongue around her lips as she groaned and humped the rail. Her breasts jiggled enticingly as she swayed her hips, giving the comatose patient quite a show. Occasionally Gina could hear people talking in the hall, but her brain basically filtered anything that didn’t contribute to spine-tingling sensations coming from her several precious erogenous zones. She had tortured herself long enough.
“Mhmm… Fuck yes…” Gina took hold of her nipple and twisted it, sending a radiant wave of pleasure all across her body as she was forced to withhold a scream. When she did the same with her second nipple, she had to stop grinding and go still for a moment to keep herself from collapsing to the ground. Eyes looking a thousand miles forward and skin shiny from sweat, Gina had a hard time even remembering who she was. This had been by far the longest time she had to go on without feeling herself up since catching the disease and it showed. And she hasn’t even taken off her pants yet!
While some of the pressure had been relieved, Gina knew she would not be able to go back there before finishing properly. Taking her foot off the bed, she placed a chair right next to the patient’s bed for a good view of him and sat down. Pulling down her panties in one swift motion, she failed to account for the stream of all the pent-up juices that would flow onto the chair and the floor beneath it. However, the potent smell it released only served to turn her on more.
“You wish you had me right now, don’t you, motorcycle guy?” she said, teasing herself just above the singular strip of hair that led to her pussy. Even just touching herself near that area made her thighs shake and eyes roll up. “You wish you had this nympho nurse to fuck the pain away, don’t youaaaaah…”
Gina’s hand had to cover her mouth as the other one started rubbing her clit. In her mind the patient was aggressively eating her out and she even spread her legs wider in the chair to make more imaginary room for him.
I swear, I’m going to end up in the room right next to this one after this gives me a fucking aneurysm she thought to herself as the circling motions of her hand around her soaking wet hole got faster and more intense, before finally slipping her middle finger in her gushing cunt.
“Fuuuuck!” Gina screamed out as she truly let loose, fingering herself at rapid speed. By that point both the hospital chair and the floor under it were stained with pussy juices and sweat. “Holy shit, fuck me just like that! Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!”
plap plap plap plap plap plap…
Whenever Gina wasn’t moaning and throwing barely comprehensible smut at her patient, the only sound in the room was the rhythmic squelching of her finger going in and out of her pussy, which somehow only seemed to be getting wetter.
“More! Moreeaaaah…” At some point Gina’s tongue just popped out of her mouth as she started drooling on her tits uncontrollably, reaching the previously untapped heights of pleasure that almost made her grateful for catching that stupid disease. She was imagining the guy fucking her at full speed, his hand on her throat and his tongue in her mouth. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna… ah, aaaah…”
The nurse went still as her brain short-circuited for a moment, except for her hand, which seemed to be working independently of her body as it fingerfucked her at manic speed. Soon enough Gina’s thick thighs began to spasm uncontrollably, as if her whole body was getting ready to erupt — and it did. Copious amounts of squirt flew into the air, covering the floor, the wall in front of her, even some of the ceiling and — last but not least — the very man she imagined on top of her. Gina’s body shook so hard she almost fell over from the chair, regaining only a tiny bit of consciousness needed to hold herself in place.
After that it may have been from 10 to 30 seconds of pure blackout — hell, it could as well have been an hour, after all what did time even mean anymore? — before the woman started coming back to her senses. She looked like she had just walked out of a pool, with her skin all glistening and her wet brown hair clinging to her pale face. She slowly became aware of the world around her once again: how cold it suddenly felt being in the hospital room buck naked or how deeply permeating the smell of all the juices she’d released was. But most importantly, that insufferable itch she had felt for the last three hours was gone. But at what cost?
“Fucking unreal. God damn… Totally worth it.” Gina muttered, smiling to herself as she brought her middle finger to her mouth to lick it up. Her once tense body was now spread wide in the chair, the nurse experiencing the most addictive wave of relaxation she hadn’t felt even when she got high on morphine that one time. Gina felt she could just stay like that forever, but as her sense of time and space returned, so did the awareness that she still had a job, on paper at least.
She started looking around the floor for her clothes, before she noticed that something in the room was different. With her vision still slightly blurry, Gina couldn’t quite put her finger on what it was. Something definitely was off though.
Oh right, he’s awake now!
Wait, he’s awake now?
She blinked a few times to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating, but no matter how long she looked at the bed, it didn’t change the fact that the guy was laying there with his eyes open, looking at her. All of her.
“Hey. You alright there?”
Gina tried to make a response, but her lips were so dry, they only produced a faint:
“I think I might be slightly ill.”
