Bret disconnected the call from one of the nursing floors telling her she had a new patient. Bret was a registered nurse and a Captain in the Air Force stationed at a Midwest military rehab hospital. She copied his name and room number into her computer then got up from her office chair and took her long, white lab coat from the hook on the back of the door. She pulled the coat on and looked at herself in the mirror on the back of door. The metal hooks on both her prosthetic arms were all that protruded from the sleeves. She was dressed in blue scrub bottoms and a blue t-shirt. Under the lab coat her prosthetic arms were on over the outside of the t-shirt. It acted as the "stump" sock. Her right, dominate, arm was gone along with most of the shoulder joint. There was a mechanical shoulder joint in its place and a plastic piece attached to it came down her front chest wall and around her breast to act as a stabilizer so the arm did not rotate off her shoulder when she used it.
The left arm was gone just slightly more than half way between her elbow and shoulder. Both arms were attached to a synthetic material back piece that held them in place along with wires and straps. She had been injured in the first gulf war when the MASH unit she was in was shelled one night. She had learned quickly how to use her new arms and talked the Air Force into letting her stay in and work as the head of the prosthetics lab overseeing the manufacturing and training that service people received if they had missing limbs.
She left her office had headed to the elevator. She exchanged greetings with almost everyone she met as she had been there for some time and knew most of the people. She rode the elevator up to the patient's floor and stopped at the nursing desk to look at his records. After a quick glance through them she headed to his room and using her left hook tapped lightly on the closed door. A voice said come in and she pushed the door open with her foot. She left the door ajar and walked over to the bed and introduced herself and explained why she was there.
Her patient, Jeff, just gave her a cold stare. Bret met his eyes and they sorta stared each other down. Jeff blinked first and turned his head away. Bret was not sure, but she did not think he had even noticed her hook hands yet. She quietly asked him if there was a problem. He sat up in bed and said look at me, no arms, how will I ever function, who would want me? I can't even jack off!!
He still had bandages covering where his arms used to be and on other places on his body where shrapnel had hit him. Bret had been standing by his bedside table and she moved it out of the way with her foot revealing her prosthetic hooks to him. Bret made movements with her shoulders that moved the lower arms up and down and looking him in the eyes she said I have learned to jack off. Jeff stared at them then looked up to her eyes. She could tell that some of the fight had gone out of him.
Bret managed to shrug her left shoulder and get her white lab coat to slide down her arms revealing the whole set up to him. She knew her braless nipples were standing out and showing through the thin material of her t-shirt. The right one was especially prominent with the plastic ring holding the material down over her C cup breast with both large areola and nipple. Bret had become an amputee devotee and seeing Jeff had aroused her. She got him to slide over to the edge of the bed and sit with his legs hanging off.
She told him to look her arms over good and ask any questions he wanted too. These were the type of arms he was going to have. She was just a few inches from his face and she turned sideways letting him see her obviously missing shoulder side first. She explained why the plastic piece ran from the mechanical shoulder joint down her chest and around her breast. The breast, areola and nipple were perfectly printed by the thin material and she saw him swallow as he looked everything over. She had also noticed that a bulge had formed in his underwear boxers. After she answered all of his questions she turned the other side to him.
Very patiently she explained how everything worked with her left arm. She also made the point of telling him her right had been her dominate arm, so with it gone her left did almost all the work, and it took some time to get used to using it that way. She asked him which side was his dominate and he said right, the side with the stump. The bulge in his shorts had not gone away and if anything was bigger. She could also see a wet stain now.
They talked about how his stumps were healing and she went through with him the procedure of how they would get him fitted. They would also start him on PT right away getting the rest of his body back in shape. By the end of the session he thanked her for stopping by and apologized for being so rude. Bret said no problem, she understood. Any time he needed to talk, let her know. She picked up her lab coat, they said good bye and she headed back to her office. Bret pulled up his medical record for her unit and she made notes in it of what she had done that day. Her computer had a system on it that she could dictate into a microphone what she wanted written and the software would type it that way. She checked between her legs and was glad she had not leaked through her thong and scrub bottoms as aroused as she was.
Time to go home and Kim Lee was probably waiting for her. She went outside and saw the van which pulled up to her. She got in the passenger side and managed to get the door closed and her seat belt fastened. She leaned over and she and Kim had a quick kiss. Kim and Bret lived together and Kim was her care giver. She had been a nurse in the same unit as Bret and they were both hurt at the same time. Kim lost both of her legs, the right above the knee joint and the left ended at the ankle area. The left calf was gone and only one bone was left, the tibia. The knee cap was also gone on the left side and lots of other damage was done to both the legs. Most of it did not matter because her spinal cord was severed about level with the top of her hips. So she was a complete paraplegic with no feeling or movements below that point. She is confined to her wheelchair. She was a small lady to begin with and not much left now.
She had been almost 5 feet tall and now weighed about 90 lbs soaking wet. The wheelchair she used was smaller than an adult chair so she did not have to move any extra weight around. It was also an amputee chair meaning it did not have a foot rest and the center of gravity was a little more forward. Her nice C cup breasts seemed even larger on her small frame. She and Bret had known each other for some time even before they went to Iraq. They also went to the same nursing school and had become lovers during that time. They both are bi-sexual.
While Bret had been working on Jeff's medical record earlier she had decided she was going to come back over to the hospital after dinner and see him some more. She told Kim what her plan was and they stopped and got a bite to eat. Bret and Kim always had a shower together when she got home from work so they did so. Kim washed, trimmed and shaved the areas needing it for Bret. Basically she took care of all of her personal needs that Bret could not do. Bret had been declared 100% disabled needing a care giver to function in life.
After the shower she told Kim she was only going to wear one arm, the one that was a little more sophisticated. The wrist/hook on the left arm could be manipulated in several more directions that the simple arms she wore to work could. Kim had told her several times that she looked much sexier that way and Bret agreed. With nothing left on the right side, her left arm fitted differently with how the straps and wires ran. When they had the stump sock and arm on, Kim slipped a sleeveless, light weight blouse with no pockets over the prosthesis and then on. She turned to Bret who fastened the three Velcro patches that kept the blouse closed. She helped her into a short skirt and a pair of shoes that slipped off her feet easily so she could use her feet for hands if needed.
Kim did not miss the fact that there was no underwear involved and grinned at Bret as she looked her over. She had not put anything on after their shower and Bret could see her nipples were very hard. Kim said she would be awake when Bret got home so be sure and come and see her. Bret said absolutely, I'm sure I will need you by then. Kim slipped a top on which was long enough to cover everything and drove Bret to the hospital. I had been agreed that Bret would call their Uber friend for a ride home. Kim draped a sweater over Bret's shoulders when they got to the hospital as it was fall and also made it easier for Bret to be seen in the hospital.
Bret tapped her hooks on Jeff's door again and he said come in. He was very surprised to see her and said so. Bret told him she was off duty and wondered if he wanted to talk more. After a few seconds he said yes and invited her to have a seat. Bret put the do not disturb sign on the door and closed it. She let the sweater fall off on to the chair and asked Jeff if he wanted to look at her arm first since it was different from the earlier one. He said yes and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. Bret noticed the bandages were gone from his stump and some of the other ones were missing from his body. She remarked that she noticed them missing and was glad he was healing good. As he moved to the side of the bed she noticed he still had boxer shorts on.
