Dee smiled warmly at her patient as she finished washing his feet. Paul had been on the ward for a week now following his operation and had begun to be increasingly chatty as he improved day by day. It wasn't often she got to work with more interesting patients, but a policeman in traction was most definitely of interest. His short cropped dark hair and blossoming smile had made Paul's sideroom one of Dee's most frequented locations on the ward. She was rapidly running out of excuses as to why she could be found chatting to him when there were other jobs to be done.
"So what about your wife, Paul? She must be getting lonely, you being in here, especially with no hope of you being home soon." Dee rinsed the cloth in the bowl of water, then began to dry his feet.
"I think she's glad of the break, she always complains I don't let her sleep enough..." Paul blushed as he realised what he had said.
"Oh yes? I suppose your snoring is a little loud sometimes but that's often because of your sedation and with you stuck on your back." She ignored the insinuation of her patient's sexual appetite desperately hoping that he hadn't seen the shiver that ran up her spine at the thought of Paul naked and hard. It was bad enough that she was finding him in her thoughts while in the coffee room, she didn't want to end up flirting with a patient unless a permanent vacation from her post as staff nurse was appealing.
The pair stayed silent as Dee dried his legs, working the rough towel up his calf as the sounds of footsteps and muffled conversations drifted in under the door. She resisted the urge to massage his inner thigh as she continued before reaching the towel over his groin.
"You, er, you want me to do down there myself?" Paul held his hand out for the flannel and Dee passed it over, trying to tell herself that she wasn't disappointed to miss out on checking his cock for both size and girth. She turned around so not to intrude on him and spotted a gauze pad on the floor.
As she bent, her dress rode up and skimmed the top of her stocking tops.
Giving him adequate time to finish, Dee turned back round to face Paul and took the cloth from him. "I'm just going to go find someone to help me turn you while I do your back." Her patient smiled awkwardly and bunched the towel at his crotch; a manoeuvre she knew meant that he had become aroused. Perhaps a good thing then that she couldn't assist him further without a second nurse. Paul opened his mouth to speak, a sheepish expression on his face, when a knock on the door followed immediately by its opening intruded on the pair.
"Dee there you are! Mr Lyons is on the ward and wants to do ward round, right now. Come on!"
Her colleague grabbed Dee by the wrist and yanked her from the room, slamming the door behind her. She looked anxious and leant in to Dee.
"He's got such a face on him Dee, and I can't do it, not today! Danny dumped me last night and I just know that old Lyons will make me burst into tears. He likes you though, please? Do the round with him for me?" Becky quavered, her eyes filling with tears. This wasn't the first time Dee had been forced by loyalty to cover for her easily-in-love friend.
"Pleeeeease? For me? Go on, he hates me and always finds something wrong when I do the round, but you have him wrapped round the tip of your little finger!"
"Fine, but you'll have to buddy up with someone and finish washing cubicle six."
"Ooohh, sexy motorcycle cop? Sure thing, partner!" Becky turned and set off down the corridor to find a helper.
Dee tugged her apron off and quickly washed her hands. A look in the mirror as she arranged her hair, pulling it from its tight bun into a long trailing ponytail then adding a touch of clear gloss to her lips. Becky was right; Mr Lyons did like her, far more so than any of her colleagues knew although they can't have missed her leaving in his company more than once after shift. She knew that the other staff thought she was easy but that didn't bother her. She was good at her job, friendly and hardworking, they could overlook that she cared more for foreplay than the latest happenings in Coronation Street. Not only that but her fellow nurses always came to her boyfriend advice, the men around her ward seeking something else entirely from her.
Pouting her lips and making sure her dress was straight, she headed straight for the orthopaedic surgeon and his entourage waiting by the nurses' station.
"Ahhh, staff nurse Fisher, so pleasant to see that an eager face is joining us today. Shall we begin?" Mr Lyons turned on his heel and stepped off towards the first bay of patients, his students and SHO trailing. The medical students attached to Mr Lyons she had met before; both were pleasant and seemed capable. His SHO she had an intimate acquaintance with, but which she kept to herself as he had requested. Mr Lyons himself was a huge man, a rugby player and word had it that he used to box. His dark skin hailed from the Bahamas, together with a deep rich voice that sent trembles into her chest when he spoke. She tried not to think about his rippling muscles, the way his cock felt as he thrust into her tight, sweet little pussy... and snapped her attentions back to the round.
Twenty minutes passed uneventfully, she adding in details of the patients' progress and taking notes of any jobs that needed attending to immediately. She was just sketching down the list of bloods required for her elderly female patient when the ward clerk bustled over, trying to look bold as she went up to Mr Lyons.
"erm, excuse me...Sir...erm, Mr Lyons Sir. There's a gentleman at the desk who says he would like a moment?"
Mr Lyons sighed, unhappy at having his round disturbed. "And who might this gentleman be that thinks he can just walk onto the ward and disrupt me?" Throwing a set of case notes to the trolley he turned to the desk, his large strides covering the distance effortlessly.
Trying not to stare at the impending storm of Mr Lyons being interrupted Dee fetched the notes which had slid over the trolley top and were now splayed all over the bay floor. She had just about picked them all up when she felt she was being watched.
Standing behind her Mr Lyons and the gentleman from the desk were patiently waiting for her to rise. Dee grinned widely in recognition and their hands met in a polite handshake.
"Dee, wow, I haven't seen you in years! You're looking, er, great!"
