Kidney surgeries were no fun. I loved my brother and would do anything to help him--including donating a kidney--but holy crap, I was in a lot of pain, even after getting shot up with whatever pain meds they had me on.
With kidney surgery--or "nephrectomy", as I learned later--your stomach gets cut open and two incisions are made where they stick the robot arms in to remove the kidney. Then, after you're sewn back together, your stomach feels like there's a little boxer ready to punch you in the gut whenever you move. It didn't help that most drugs didn't have much effect on me.
Sleeping was awful, since and bending of your stomach was really painful, so unless you could sleep completely still and completely flat, you were in for a rough night.
I sat up, staring at the room curtain in front of me in despair as sleep eluded me. There were no clocks in my room, though I imagined it had to be somewhere around 3:00 in the morning.
"--this tradition." I froze, recognizing the voices belonging to one of the nurses out in the nurse's station of the ICU.
"You knew it was coming." The voices were hushed but excited. What was going on? "Shouldn't have gotten promoted."
A soft groan and some shuffling.
"Wait! The patients will hear!"
"Nah, we'll be fine. They're all asleep or drugged up, and the only one who will be making noise will be you, so if anyone sees, it's on you."
Okay, I had to see what was going on. Carefully, very carefully, I climbed off my bed and hobbled over to the curtain. I was very careful not to fall or make any sort of noise, because I knew whatever was happening would stop if I got caught. I pulled the curtain back, just slightly, so I could peek out into the main area of the floor.
A nurse with blond hair was being held by the arms by two other nurses. She was my nurse from earlier, I realized. Rachel? A third nurse, brunette, was standing over the blonde, looking rather smug. It looked liked some sort of hazing, I thought. Except they mentioned something about a promotion? Maybe this was some kind of a tradition? Embarrass the promotee?
The brunette reached over, grabbed the hem of Rachel's scrubs, and pulled. The scrubs gave way easily, and my eyes widened as the nurse's chest came completely in view, her naked tits completely on display. She squealed softly, fighting against the two nurses holding her, but they didn't budge. Her tits bounced on her chest from all her movement, and I felt myself mesmerized with the way her tits moved.
She was going to get stripped naked, I realized. Crap, I should turn away. This wasn't meant for me to see, and the fact that I was her patient made it feel even more forbidden. Still, I couldn't peel my eyes away. I didn't even have to do anything, just watch.
Brunette giggled and caressed her breasts, giving them a playful slap and eliciting a yip from the nurse. "You should really let these babies come out and play more often, Rach." She reached forward and pinched a nipple, and Rachel groaned.
"Please don't--"
Brunette shoved her hands into Rachel's pants, pushing them down to her knees. She yelped, desperately trying--and failing--to keep quiet. Again, she tried to pull herself away from her captors, but they held onto her. My eyes drank her in from her bare chest down to her pink panties and long, slender legs.
Rachel's voice picked up an octave, apparently worried more about Brunette's next step than waking up a patient. "Wait! Wait!" She blushed, realizing how loud she was being in the very quiet ICU.
Brunette ignored her coworker's pleas and grabbed some scissors on the main desk. With a quick *snip*, Rachel's underwear fell away, leaving her completely naked. Her hair originally looked bleached to me, but upon inspection of her pussy, it was apparent to me that her hair color was very natural. Her hands held behind her, she could do nothing to cover her completely naked body to her coworkers or her one unseen spectator.
