Nurse Grace is back!
Everyone is, as usual, over the age of eighteen.
When you're done, please let me know what you think...politely please...and cast your votes.
Enjoy.
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I didn't sleep well that night. I was both excited and worried about what Grace may have been thinking, but thankfully she was working today, so I would see her soon.
Okay, so I had some tough decisions to make. On the far side of the balance was my life at home; friends, family, school, job... all the usual trappings of a young man's life, except a girlfriend. On this side was Grace, and she was single-handedly winning the battle.
If I stayed here... assuming I was being invited to stay, as she hadn't said so yet... I would be giving up everything I knew, cold turkey. That scared me.
When Grace arrived in the morning, she was her usual pleasant self, smiling her usual bright smile, the same sparkle in her eyes. There was another nurse in the room, so conversation was limited to simple greetings, and I sat quietly while they discussed my condition overnight. Finally, the other nurse left with a wave, and we were alone.
"You look tired," she whispered, touching my hand. "Did you not sleep well? I didn't mean to cause that."
"Well, you did give me plenty to think about," I replied, smiling up at her. "The story... is that how you feel about me?"
"That's the question I'm trying to answer, myself," she said quietly. "Is it just lust, or something more?"
"How do we figure it out?" I asked.
"There's the question," she laughed, shrugging, "maybe it needs to figure itself out. Either way," she suddenly turned more serious, "my first job is to get you back on your feet. Okay?" I nodded. "So... You sleep, and I'll come get you later for more physio." She parted with a wink.
Well, at least I had that to look forward to. Grace had turned physiotherapy into an erotic pleasure, despite the accompanying pain and discomfort. I fell asleep wondering what she had in mind.
***
When I woke, a few hours of lusty / wishful / fitful dreaming later, I heard Grace humming again, and soon she was smiling down at me from bedside.
"Feeling better, now that you've had a nap?" she asked. Her eyes had that sparkle in them again.
"Somewhat," I replied, staring into those soulful pools. "I still have a million things on my mind, but at least I got some rest."
"Yes, well," she began stepping over behind the wheelchair, "you're not alone, but we have a job to do here. Hop in."
"If I could hop," I laughed as she helped me up, "I wouldn't be here, and I think I know someone I'd like to hop on." My eyes caressed her sumptuous curves while she laughed back.
"My, my," she whispered, "Hold that thought, will you?"
"No problem, there. I couldn't get you out of my head if I tried," I said as I sat.
Grace rolled me out of the room and down the hall in silence. Only when we were alone in the elevator did she speak.
"Please don't obsess over me. I'm sure the answers will work themselves out. Just know that I want you as much as you want me."
"First of all," I giggled, "I can't help obsessing over you. I don't have much else to think about, and I like thinking about you. Naked, if possible."
"Is it getting warm in here?" she smiled, fanning herself. The doors opened, ending the repartee quickly.
I was looking forward to groping Grace during physio, and maybe getting her off again, like our last session had progressed, but it wasn't to be. The exercise room was packed, making Grace stick to the book, much to my chagrin. I was getting stronger, which was good, but also meant I was getting closer to leaving. I had no idea how much change was coming.
With my physio complete, I hobbled back into the chair, and Grace pushed me back to my room... and past it, into a ward, with six beds in it. I had been booted out of my semi-private room, which had been mine alone, as the other bed had been empty. Now, I would have five roommates, which would make intimate conversation, and other extracurricular activities with my lovely nurse, impossible. To say I was disappointed would be a huge understatement, but at least I wasn't alone in that emotion.
"I'm sorry about this," she whispered, "they told me this morning. All your stuff has already been moved for you." She lowered her voice even more. "I left you a note."
She got me settled in bed. Truth be told, I was pretty tired after my workout, and didn't want to think about the changes that had been thrust upon me in the last few hours. I would find, and read, her note later. Right now, sleep sounded good.
***
I was awoken by one of my roommates coughing up a lung, but the truth is, I hadn't slept well anyway. My imagination had run wild with the unknown contents of Grace's note, so finding it became the first priority. It was probably hidden amongst the magazines she had brought me, and that left one logical location. I saw a small corner of yellow paper sticking out of 'our' magazine, which was hidden inside one of the less interesting ones. The curtains were drawn around my bed, so I didn't need to worry about an audience. I opened the note.
"I'm so sorry about this. I didn't know they were going to move you. I'll try to get around for a visit as often as I can without arousing suspicions."
I was hoping for something more along the lines of "I Love You and want to have your children," and would have settled for a few dirty thoughts hastily written amid tears of anguished separation. I know that's asking a lot, and that she didn't have much time to properly compose her declaration of love, but that's what I was hoping for. I guess I would just have to wait for a visit from my angel, as patiently as I could.
The next day, a burly orderly loaded me into a wheelchair, and whisked me off to physio, where a very butch, grumpy older woman took pleasure in torturing me through a series of exercises that were no where near as much fun without my sexy Grace as incentive. When I was returned to my room, I saw another piece of yellow sticking out of my magazine pile.
"Hi there, how are you doing? I miss you,"
