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Stephen lay with his back propped up against the pillows of his hospital bed. Although he was getting better at it, he was still struggling to work his laptop with his good arm in a cast. His whole right hand was suspended in a contraption holding the bones of his hand in place while they healed. It was still a little unsettling to look at the small cables penetrating through his skin on the back of his hand and going all the way though to his palms.
He'd been helping his uncle put in a new garage door when it had fallen and trapped his hand. Luckily it hadn't cut into him or damaged any veins, but it had broken three of the metacarpals and cause a lot bruising.
Stephen had been here for four days now. Not that he'd slept much on the first night mind you. Other than solitaire, which he was still struggling with, he couldn't really play games with one hand. Despite having no choice but to try he just couldn't coordinate his left hand to do what he normally did with his right. Stephen had watched everything new on Netflix that he hadn't already seen by now and would just have to start watching things from the start again.
He looked out the large window to see the clear blue sky punctuated by an occasional fluffy cloud. Turning back he reminded himself that the other three beds were now empty.
On his first night there had been three of them in there. One old guy who needed an oxygen tank to breath; from the looks of him he'd been a heavy smoker all his life. The other guy had been much closer to Stephen's own age. Jason was twenty three and had hurt his hand too but he'd simply burned himself repairing a car engine. He'd kept Stephen company for almost the full day before going home just after the evening meal. They had enough in common to keep each other company by talking about gaming, movies, music and a lot of other stuff too.
Stephen kind of felt like he'd rather be alone than have an old guy again. He felt horrible for thinking that but for him it was true. The Doctors and Nurses were great and really paid attention to him, but when there was nobody else in the room he didn't see as many of them coming and going.
He looked out the window again as he watched a passenger plane high up in the sky as it left a white trail behind it. Stephen then turned his restless head back to see someone coming in to room again. He could tell the difference between someone walking past and someone actually coming in to see him.
Carol walked in with one of the junior nurses. The pair acknowledged him before checking the tidiness other beds. Carol then came over to him while the other nurse left again.
"How are you this morning?" she asked him.
"Good," Stephen replied. "I'm sleeping a little better," he then added.
"How's the hand?" Carol came around to the other side of the bed to check on it.
"I tried going without painkillers to see how it feels," he began. "Although it still hurts it's the itching that's the worst."
"That's pretty normal," she explained as she touched his finger tips one at a time. "How's the feeling in your hand."
"Still tingles a little, but the feeling is pretty good."
"Good."
"Did you have a good day off?" Stephen then asked.
"It was nice thanks," she answered. "Not as nice as today," she then remarked on the weather.
Carol then walked around to the other side of the bed. By Stephen's guess she was about forty and she was about five foot two with short blond hair. Her blue eyes were seemed to glow with the bright blue sky outside. Although nobody could call her fat she was definitely curvier than most of the nurses. Stephen couldn't be sure where her biggest measurement was; around her hips or her bust . She then unexpectedly sat down on the visitor's chair beside him.
"Nina said you were a little distracted yesterday. A little out of sorts. Is everything okay?" she then asked.
"Sure," he answered.
Carol could tell there was something on his mind. While still sitting down she reached out and pushed out the curtain a little so that it blocked Stephen's view from the door.
A sympathetic smile then graced her face before she spoke.
"For most eighteen year olds it's pretty normal for them to... release themselves most days."
Stephen knew instantly what she meant but stayed silent.
"It's very normal thing to do," she reassured him.
He still didn't say anything.
"I'm an experienced nurse. I've heard it all before."
Carol checked over her shoulder to see if there were any silhouettes at the door.
"How often do you masturbate?" she asked softly but directly.
Stephen swallowed.
"Once a day, twice a day, every couple of days," she tried to gauge him.
"Once a day," he then committed himself, "sometimes twice."
Carol smiled a little. But there was nothing malicious or even mischievous about her smirk.
"I guess it's been a few days since you've done it then," she confirmed.
Stephen nodded.
"If you want I could do it for you," she began.
Stephen's eye's widened.
"There's no need to be embarrassed. I've seen every kind bodily fluid there is."
"It's okay," Stephen's voice spluttered. "I'll be okay."
"It's not something that we're really supposed to do; but I know a couple of other nurses who'd do it if you don't want me to do it. I know it's not an easy thing to get your head around for someone to do that kind of thing for you. It's normally the kind of thing that you'd only let your girlfriend do. Or boyfriend," she then corrected her phrasing.
Stephen's eyes wandered away.
"Anyway, if you want me to then just give me a call," she repeated her offer.
Carol patted Stephen gently on his thigh then left him in peace.
When she got out of sight, Stephen's heart started hammering inside his chest. He was struggling to get over what Carol had said and how bold she'd been.
Stephen couldn't settle to anything. No matter what he tried to watch or do he just wasn't happy with it. As it was coming to the end of the evening, the nurses closed the curtains to keep out the unnatural glow of the street lighting.
Carol's comments had put him on edge so now he looked out to the corridor at every single footstep. Since this morning he hadn't seen Carol; till now.
Without stepping into the room she looked in towards him and smiled. She was readying herself to go home and was adjusting her coat onto her shoulders. Just as she was about to leave his sight, Stephen spoke.
"Carol," he tried to say as his throat choked up. He was almost surprised that she'd heard him.
She turned gracefully before parading in towards his bed. Carol stood beside him wand waited for him to talk.
"You know what you spoke about before," Stephen began.
"Yes," she smiled.
"Could you... I think I want to try," he stumbled his words. "Help me to relax."
"Sure," she replied. "I'll dump off my coat and get a couple of things."
Carol headed out the door again before coming back a two or three minutes later.
"I got a pair of the better gloves," she waved them in her hand.
Stephen's heart was already pounding but it was still able to step it up a notch when she showed him the gloves. He now didn't know if he could go through with it but he couldn't figure out how to tell her he'd changed his mind either.
Carol drew the curtain all the way around her bed. Stephen gazed at her with every step. She wheeled away the trolley table with Stephen's laptop on before she pulled on the latex gloves like she'd done a thousands times before.
"Are you sure nobody's going to come in on us?" he asked.
"No. It's okay," she reassured him.
She placed the small bottle of lube on the bed and made eye contact with him. "We can use this if we think we need it," she said to him.
Carefully lifting the covers, she pulled them down towards the foot of the bed. Stephen was wearing a pair of loose fitting shorts over his boxer shorts. Prompted by Carol's body language, he supported himself on the bed and tried to lift his hips as she dragged down both pairs of shorts in one smooth motion. They slipped down easily and she took them all the way down to his ankles.
Stephen took his hand away from the rail and placed it over his groin. She touched his hand for a moment before lifting it away.
"Just relax."
Stephen tried to relax but his body was so tense. Carol lifted his flaccid cock and held it in her palm before wrapping her thumb around it. The latex gloves felt strange against his skin as she began to make tiny stroking motions. She was slow at first so that he could get used to the sensation.