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DISCLAIMER: As I am sure you all know, this is story, and it is fine to enjoy fantasy.
Most of the fantasies I write about contain at least a little non-con, and/or potentially harmful play; when it comes to reality keep things safe, sane, and consensual.
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According to the charts, he had fallen from a ladder, hit his head and never woken up. Two days later her was declared brain dead and taken to the morgue. The urn they gave to his family was filled with the ashes of animals, but he doesn't know any of this. He is completely unaware that as he wakes up in a hospital bed,that his wife and son are at this very moment, weeping at his funeral.
The last thing he could remember was the wooden rung snapping beneath his feet and the pavement racing toward him. Next thing he is opening his eyes to see what must be DD cleavage in a sex shop style nurse's outfit. Even his foggy mind thinks this is odd; after all, don't they were scrubs now-a-days?
She was leaning over him to adjust a machine on the other side of the bed. As she stands back up her dazzling blue eyes meet his and she smiles brightly, "Oh, you're finally awake. Quite a nasty fall, huh? I'll go get the doctor and make sure your family gets a call. Please just lay still and relax, it's better safe than sorry with head trauma."
He nods, "thank you, may I have a glass of water? I'm kind of thirsty."
"Of course Mr. Dunwick," with a cheerful giggle and a toss of her blond hair, she walks out of the room. The click of her stilettos seemed out of place too, but with his head aching still, he decides he is in no position to question.
It is only a moment before the nurse returns with a glass of water and another woman. The doctor is slightly taller, maybe 5'10" if she were standing flat, but has the same beautiful blue eyes and flowing blond hair. Her breasts are similarly huge and well displayed in a suit jacket and blouse that push the definition of professional. The lab coat she wears over this is completely unbuttoned, or you wouldn't see the black mini-skirt she wears to show off what the six inch stilettos do to her long, athletic legs.
While the nurse brings him the water, the doctor picks up his chart and makes a couple of notes. "So Riley, how are you feeling? I'm Dr. Tina Rutledge" She smiles at him, and reaches for her stethoscope.
Riley sips from the cup before answering, "Bit of a headache. The water is nice though."
"Good, I'd be worried if you didn't have a headache. I'm going to give you a quick check, if anything hurts you tell me. Now I'm going to have to get under that gown." She waits for Riley to nod his assent before leaning over him slightly.
The metal of her stethoscope is cold but she rests the tips of her warm fingers on his chest as well, "Good, strong heartbeat, any sore spots other than your head? Alright I'll just start at the top and work down then."
Dr. Rutledge smiles to Riley as she bends over him, placing her cleavage in front of his eyes, and starts to massage his head, "Does that hurt? Good good, how about here? OK, this will hurt but I need you to tell me how badly, on a scale of one to ten."
It isn't as bad as Riley had expected when she presses down on the spot which hit the ground first. "Ow, umm about a seven." She nods and makes a note on his chart. She sets the clipboard down again and continues the examination with his face.
Her hands are soft and gentle as they travel over Riley's face and neck. He can feel himself blushing slightly as Dr. Tina seems to be caressing him more than examining. She also guides his head as she works, and it always faces the doctor's cleavage, "No pain here?"
Riley pulls his mind from the nagging suspicion that Dr. Tina isn't wearing a bra to answer distractedly, "No, none."
"Marvellous, now for your shoulders and arms," Dr. Tina gently massages Riley, pressing carefully on his muscles. Only a few times does he cringe, and each time she makes a note on his chart.
As Dr. Tina moves on to his chest, the nurse smiles down, "I'm Fiona by the way," Fiona leans forward at the waist in a bow, and Riley looks straight down her shirt without thinking about it. Fiona, at least, is definitely without a bra. She winks when she catches his eyes on her breasts, hanging there beneath the skimpy uniform, and the single hard nipple in his vision.
Fiona stands back up and hovers behind Dr. Tina, while the doctor continues running her hands over Riley's chest. She presses down occasionally but there are only a few bruises here and there.
Riley's eyes pop open wide and he releases a surprised moan. Dr. Tina smiles wide and gives his penis a gentle stroke, "Very happy to feel that this still works fine."
Riley stares at her dumbly as Dr. Tina lets go of him, then begins to slide her hands down his legs. Her soft touch on his thighs has his breathing coming a little more raggedly, especially after the surprise stroking. The pleasure is reduced as Dr. Tina finds more bruises than anywhere else, "Your legs hit the ladder on the way down; you're incredibly lucky they didn't break."
Fiona and Dr. Tina gently take hold of Riley's side, "We are going to roll you so I can check your back. Shift your weight if you can but we know what we're doing so don't worry if you are too sore to help."
The two easily roll Riley onto his chest with minimum aggravation of his bruises, "Now just relax and let me work Mr. Dunwick."
He just nods, trying to think, because something is missing from this picture. But then soft, feminine hands are testing the muscles of his back, and kneading the unharmed ones. Fiona kneels by his bedside, her breasts right in front of him again. This time they are pressed together by her arms as they lift a straw to his lips.
"Are you thirsty, Mr. Dunwick?" Fiona's voice is playful, the last bit of motion to get the straw between Riley's lips causing a tiny bounce of Fiona's breasts that nonetheless draws his attention as he sips through the straw.
