Frank sighed. The past thirty-six hours had been hard enough, trying to keep her out of his head so that he could feel normal. Now, all of that progress was going to be ruined.
Frank casually asked his supervisor what Erin was still doing there—he didn’t want to ask Erin, because he was trying to minimize his contact with her, for the sake of his own sanity. “The doctors ordered more tests and the machines were all booked up,” said Frank’s supervisor. Frank tried not to groan in front of her. He went off to get into his scrubs, and then he was excited when he was sent down to emergency to help with the busy Tuesday evening crowd.
There were no anal extractions tonight—though Frank did have to show one female patient how to properly apply a vaginal ointment, and he was pretty sure that she was about to moan when he touched her clit. “So I just put it on like this?” the patient asked, and then she mimicked Frank’s demonstration, reaching down between her legs to stroke her pussy and rub her clit. The sight made Frank’s cheeks red. Frank thought that his demonstration was unnecessary, but her demonstration was even more unnecessary. Frank was starting to think that she was just looking for an excuse to rub her pussy in front of a man.
The rest of the night was filled with broken arms, sprained ankles, and nut allergies. The lobby started to clear out around 9:00 PM, and Frank was sent back up to his wing, which had also mostly cleared out for the evening. Now there were only three patients left, and one of them was Erin.
“It’s been three days since her last bath—you don’t mind, do you?” Frank’s supervisor asked.
Frank forced a smile and shook his head. “I don’t mind,” he said. But he did mind—it was the last thing he wanted. He gathered the sponge and soap and bowl and then he took a deep breath before slipping through the curtain into her room. And then he saw her for the first time in three days.
Her face lit up and her eyes sparkled. He’d almost forgotten how beautiful she was. He’d almost forgotten how feminine she looked, even without any makeup. “My favourite nurse is back,” she said. Frank’s heart stuttered. Erin’s gaze drifted down to the bowl. “I was starting to worry that someone else was going to bathe me.”
Frank smiled and approached. He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t want to start a conversation with her because he knew it would just end with him falling for her all over again. He needed to keep his cool and he needed to stand to his morals.
“Not feeling too chatty today?” she asked.
“I’m just really tired,” Frank said.
“Well I’ll wake you up—don’t worry,” she said with a big, cute grin.
Frank started to pull away her hospital gown. He’d forgotten how perfect her body was. He’d forgotten how real her tits looked, and how smooth her skin was. And he’d even forgotten how much he loved that oaky perfume. He pulled the gown down further to reveal her cock. His heart stuttered—he’d forgotten how easily turned on he was by the sight of her thick throbber.
And he found himself thinking: what’s one more time? Would it really be the end of the world to indulge one last time? And wouldn’t it be rude not to? What if she was stuck in the hospital for the rest of the week—how could Frank see her every day after rejecting her?
“Before you start, could you do me a favour, nurse, and check to make sure everything looks okay down there?” Erin said. She carefully lifted up her legs. She grabbed her knees and pulled them back to her chest. So Frank sunk down to his knees and he found himself staring at her asshole and her cock. “I think you need to get closer if you’re going to see anything.” So Frank got a bit closer. “Closer still,” she said. So he got closer. “A bit closer.”
Now Frank’s nose was nearly touching her ball sack. He laughed nervously. He wanted to stick his cock into that hole and fill it with his warm load. He wanted to grab that cock and jerk it off until the room was covered in her white substance. “It looks fine,” Frank said with a trembling voice.
“You’re still not close enough,” she said. So he moved in a bit closer—his lips were almost touching her puckering hole. And that’s when Erin reached out and grabbed his head and pulled it in to her ass. His nose pressed against the soft flesh between her cock and asshole. His forehead pressed against her warm ball sack. And his mouth pressed against her hole. And he didn’t hesitate—he started eating her out. He circled her rim with the tip of his tongue for a minute before pressing his tongue into her hole. Both of his hands ended up on her ass, spreading her cheeks so he had easier access to her hole. And he could feel her cock throbbing against her forehead.
She moaned gently. And that moan energized him. He took a deep breath and found himself grabbing her cock and pulling it into his mouth. He sucked it, feeling it getting harder on his tongue. He kept sucking, now with a few fingers in her asshole. He would suck for a moment and then he would eat out her hole for another moment before restarting the cycle.
And then he found himself reaching down, slipping his fingers down into his scrubs, and jerking himself off. He’d lost control of himself completely. In that moment, he’d forgotten about all of his reservations. He just wanted her and nothing else—and that’s what he was getting.
His cock bloated and twitched and tingled. He moaned.
“Are you going to come before me?” she asked quietly.
“I think so,” Frank said, clenching hard to hold back his orgasm.
“Catch it and rub it on my cock,” she said. “I want your load all over my dick.” She was staring into his eyes when she said it—with that cute grin on her face. It was enough to push Frank over the edge. He squirmed and groaned and then he came into the palm of his hand. And he followed her command: bringing the cum up and wiping it up and down Erin’s throbbing erection, coating her with his white goo. “Now suck it,” she said. And Frank was so hypnotized that he followed that command too. He pulled her erection into his mouth and sucked, tasting his own cum. It was only a few seconds later when he was tasting her cum as well. She started unloading in his mouth, her thighs hugging his head.
As she released him, he coughed and spat out some of her cum. He tried to hold the rest in, but there was so much—at least a few gulps to get it all down. She was staring into his eyes now with that big grin. “I missed you,” she said.
And as he stared back into her eyes, he remembered his morals, and he remembered that he needed to cut things off with her. It didn’t matter how much he enjoyed their naughty flings and it didn’t matter how convincing or pretty she was—she wasn’t a woman and she couldn’t be his girlfriend.
So he was silent as he quickly bathed her with the sponge and soapy water, and then he didn’t say much as he left to go tend to his other patients. He left Erin alone with a sad, confused look on her face. He tried not to feel guilty, but it was hard. He knew he was breaking her heart, but he knew that she would rebound. There was probably lots of guys out there who would be happy to be with a girl like her: a girl with an extra appendage between her thighs. But that guy wasn’t Frank.
CHAPTER XI
Frank was almost done his shift—which was one of the hardest shifts of his life, trying to avoid contact with Erin—when he overheard a few doctors talking in the hallway, just a few steps away from Erin’s room. “Are you sure the tests are accurate?” one doctor said. Frank stopped at the nearby water fountain and eavesdropped with his back to the doctors.
“I’m afraid they are. As soon as the surgeon is in, she needs to get in first,” he said. “Get the nurses started on the paperwork as soon as possible, so there are no delays.”
“Have you told her yet?”
“Not yet. I think we should tell her closer to when the surgeon gets in. Her chances are better if she gets a bit of rest between now and then.”
“And what are her chances?”
“I’d give her 20% if she’s lucky. The internal bleeding hasn’t stopped since she’s been here, and some of her organs have already started to fail her. Stopping the bleeding won’t be ea
sy, but if we don’t try, then she’ll only live another day or two at the most. It’s a miracle she’s not in a ton of pain.”
Frank looked back at the doctors. Surely they weren’t talking about Erin, were they? Erin wasn’t in that bad of shape—was she? Frank pretended to walk by casually. He bumped into one of the doctors, making him drop his chart. Frank dropped to the ground quickly and grabbed it. “I’m so sorry,” he said. He quickly looked at the name on the chart before handing it back to the doctor.
“No worries. Just be more careful next time,” the doctor said with a scowl.
And the name on the chart was Erin Brooks. Erin would soon be going in for a surgery with just a 20% survival rate, and she had no idea. Frank felt sick. He was suddenly overwhelmed with an intense guilt. He wasn’t responsible for her life-threatening condition, but he would be responsible for sending her off to her death feeling hopeless and sad and confused.
Someone tapped on Frank’s shoulder, making him jump. It was his supervisor. “Your shift is over. You can go home now,” she said.
Frank stared blankly into his supervisor’s eyes for a moment before saying, “Yeah, okay.” He went to get out of his scrubs. But the thought wouldn’t leave his head: Erin was probably going to die, and he would never see her again.
He’d never felt the excitement that he felt around Erin before. He’d never been obsessed with any girl the way he was obsessed with Erin. And was that really something to be ashamed of? Did it really matter what she had between her legs? And why could he not bring her home to meet his parents? Why did he care what they thought—if they could even tell that she was biologically male, which they almost certainly wouldn’t be able to.
Frank’s head was spinning. Everything he thought he knew was falling apart before him. He suddenly couldn’t understand the reasoning behind his own morals. Erin was his dream girl and she was about to be sent off to her death sad and scared and alone. His final encounter with the woman of his dreams was a quick IV check, without a single second of eye contact. She even said goodbye and he had pretended not to hear her, so he could avoid having to look at her.
He wanted to fall to the ground and cry. He couldn’t leave without saying goodbye. He couldn’t leave without telling her that he loved her more than he’d ever loved any woman before—even though he hardly knew her. He hated that he hardly knew her and that he would never get a chance to really know her.
For so many years, he’d wished he could be like the doctors, getting whatever girls they wanted—and he was finally given the chance to get the one girl he wanted, and he blew it.
So instead of leaving for his house, he ran up to her room. She was asleep when he slipped past her curtain. He hesitated before waking her up, remembering what the doctor said about her chances being better after a good rest—but he couldn’t help himself. He had to say goodbye. He had to tell her he loved her. And surely her chances would be better if she had hope—if she felt that she had something to live for.
“I don’t want you to die,” he said as she opened her eyes slowly.
“What? What are you talking about?” she said with a groggy voice.
“I love you. I want you to move in with me when you’re out of here. You’ll be my girlfriend. I don’t care if that’s moving to fast. I want to move fast. In fact, let’s get married. Where should we get married? I’ve always wanted a wedding on the beach, but if you don’t want that, that’s fine. If you just want to get married in town, I’m cool with that too.”
“What?” she said.
Frank stared into her beautiful eyes. He tried not to cry, knowing it could be the last time he saw those eyes full of wonder and life. “There’s something I’m not supposed to tell you—and maybe I shouldn’t tell you. So maybe I won’t—I don’t know. But I just want you to know that I’m here, and I’m going to be here, waiting. I’m not going to go home. I’ll be here when you’re finished.”
“What are you on about? Are you crying?” She smiled—that same cute smile that Frank fell in love with. But now it just hurt his heart to see that smile. She was oblivious to the fate that was awaiting her. She had no idea that she quite possibly only had a few more hours to live.
“Move over,” he said. He had to help her scooch to the side so that he could fit on the hospital bed with her. It was a tight squeeze, but he was happy to be pressed against her body.
“I like you, Frank, but you’re freaking me out,” she said. “Do you actually want to get married or did you just have a mental breakdown?”
“I want to get married. There’s a chapel downstairs—maybe we can convince the priest there to marry us.”
“I can’t tell if you’re being serious or not.”
Frank kissed Erin on the lips, and the kiss lasted a whole minute—the best minute of Frank’s life. In that minute, everything made sense. He knew exactly what he wanted in life. He knew exactly what he needed to be happy—and he had all of it in that very moment. “Am I dying or something?” Erin asked with a laugh. And then that smile disappeared. The answer must have been obvious on Frank’s face. “Oh my God,” she said, her face suddenly a shade of white.
“I’m sorry. I’m not supposed to tell you. There’s a chance you’ll live—20%. That’s not terrible. I’ve seen worse. You’ll be fine. I’m not going to leave. I’ll be outside the operating room, waiting for you.”
Erin was silent now, tense with fear. A tear rolled down her cheek and then she wrapped her arms tightly around Frank. And she didn’t let go until a doctor slipped into the room. “Oh, I’m sorry,” the doctor said. “But you shouldn’t be in here right now. Visiting time doesn’t start for three more hours.”
“I’m a nurse. I work here,” Frank said.
The doctor gave him a strange look—and then he gave him a dirty look as soon as he recognized him from the hallway. “Could you please step out while I talk to Ms. Brooks?”
Frank pulled himself away from Erin. He looked into her eyes and smiled. “I’ll just be out here.” Frank knew he was breaking many hospital rules. He knew that he was risking his own job—but he didn’t care. He only cared about Erin.
They moved quickly. While the doctor was chatting with Erin, one of the nurses zipped into her room with the paperwork. Frank peeked in to see Erin signing the paperwork, and it was only a minute later when a tall, older man walked in, looking around. He stopped and stared at Frank. “I’m looking for an Erin Brooks. I was told she was here.”
“She’s just in there,” Frank said. It took Frank a moment to recognize the man. He was one of the senior surgeons. He slipped into Erin’s room, and then another few nurses slipped in after him. Erin had a whole team of doctors and nurses briefing her on a surgery that was going to start within minutes. The anaesthesiologist carted his rig past Frank, into Erin’s room. Frank peeked in while he was getting his knockout mixture ready. And Frank realized he might not have another chance to say goodbye to Erin. So he rushed into the room and stood up on his tippy toes. He had to interrupt the anaesthesiologist so he could get his farewell in. “I love you, Erin,” he said. Everyone looked back, some with confused faces, some with angry faces.
“I love you too,” Erin said.
“Can someone get him out of here?” the anaesthesiologist said.
One of the nurses rushed Frank away.
“I love you!” he said again as they put the mask over Erin’s face. Twenty seconds later, they were carting an unconscious Erin down the hall, past Frank. Frank got another dirty look from the doctor, and then he got a dirty look from the surgeon, and then he got a dirty look from the anaesthesiologist. But he didn’t care. They could have fired him on the spot, and he didn’t care. He still planned on breaking more rules before the morning was through.
He used his access card to get into the operating wing, and then he stood by the window of Erin’s operating room. He couldn’t see much from the window. They had Erin surrounded by a large team of surgeons and nurses. Many staff members ask
ed what Frank was doing there, and he lied to all of them. “I’m a new operating room nurse and I’m just on my break.” They stopped buying his lies after two hours. “You need to go.”
“I’ll go in a minute,” he would say. Thankfully no one called security. Everyone was too busy to deal with Frank, who was in no one’s way.
He was tired—he’d been awake for almost thirty hours already. The surgery had been ongoing for four hours, and Frank hadn’t moved away from that window. He found himself praying, even though he wasn’t religious. He was afraid to blink—worried her heart would stop during that brief millisecond that his eyes were closed.
He was starting to drift off when he heard a noise: a pattering—no, it sounded more like clapping. Frank perked up and rubbed the sleep out from his eyes and saw that the doctors and nurses were all clapping. A few of them left the room. Now Frank could see the monitors—and he could see that her vitals were all normal. One of the surgeons was working on sewing Erin up. The surgery was a success—she survived the odds.
* * *
It was three hours before she woke up. Frank was standing by her bed when she came to. Her eyes opened slowly. “Frank?” she said.
“Hey—You did it,” Frank said. He couldn’t stop himself from smiling.
“Really? I’m alive?” she said.
Frank bit down on his tongue to stop himself from squealing with excitement. He wanted to grab Erin and squeeze her, but he knew she needed rest. It would be at least a week before she was able to get up out of bed—but one week in bed was certainly worth a long, healthy life. “I’m so proud of you,” Frank said.
“It’s funny,” she said. “I dreamed of you the whole time I was under. I even had a dream that we were getting married, on a beach.”
“I know the perfect beach if you’re interested in making that dream into a reality,” Frank said.
Erin smiled. Maybe he couldn’t hug her, but he could still kiss her. He pressed his lips against hers and he knew that he was going to be very happy for a very long time.
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