All the Way In

by Betsy Locke

  That was almost always the first question I received when I was introduced to a patient. They always considered nurses so much lower on the ladder and that their illness required the expertise of a doctor.

  “Well let's see what's wrong with you first and then we'll see about a doctor. Can you tell me your symptoms?” I took out a pen and opened the file to the complaints section right after the patient history.

  Mr. Clane rubbed his throat. “I can barely swallow. It feels so swollen. And forget about breathing through my nose.”

  I wrote down the symptoms and breathed in and out slowly. Tonight was going to be very slow.

  Chapter Two

  “Let me check you out, Mr. Clane.” I put the patient file on the counter and put my hands on his neck, checking if his lymph nodes were inflamed. They seemed just a little bigger than normal. Nothing out of the ordinary.

  I checked his heart and lungs and they were in normal ranges.

  “Now I'm going to look down your throat.” I put the tongue depressor in his mouth and shined my tiny flashlight in there. “Your throat does look a little red.”

  “Am I going to need surgery, nurse?” His hands were clenched together and sweat was dripping from his forehead.

  I'd seen plenty of older patients like this before. They were afraid that any small sickness was the beginning of something worse.

  “You're fine Mr. Clane. It looks like you just have a cold.”

  “You're not going to do any tests?”

  I wrote the exit instructions down on the file. “We don't want to waste your time and ours with expensive tests for just a little cold do we?”

  “Well how about some medicine then?”

  “We also don't just give out antibiotics anymore for every sickness. We don't want your system to build up an immunity.”

  “So that's it?”

  I pointed to the door. “You're free to go, Mr. Clane. If your symptoms get any worse, just come right back.”

  The old man got up and put his coat on. “Thanks for nothing.”

  I put on my best smile. “Try to stay warm out there and get plenty of rest.”

  I sighed after he left. Sometimes the trauma victims were easier to deal with because they almost never talked back.

  I took the long way back to the admissions desk. No reason to rush there when I knew there weren't many patients. “Anybody else, Johnny?” I asked.

  He checked the board and looked at the tray for files. “It looks like that's it for now. Dr. Luke did leave a note for you though.”

  It wasn't unusual for doctors to leave notes for the nurses and vice versa. It was hard to find them sometimes especially when it got really busy.

  But when it came to Dr. Luke, his notes were always sexual in nature. One time he drew a giant cock on it with hairy balls and everything. I thought about going up to HR for sexual harassment but chocked it up to an immature male.

  His jokes and advances were pretty harmless when I really thought about it.

  I took the note from Johnny and unfolded it. Luke had written down actual instructions. He wanted me to restock the pharmacy since it was so dead in here.

  I liked getting told what to do. It was better than spending my time wandering the hallways looking for something to occupy my time. “Can I get the pharmacy keys and the locker keys?” I asked Johnny.

  He handed me both sets of keys. One for the main floor and one for the bottom floor that kept most of our stock. I needed to first go to our small pharmacy section and see what needed to be restocked.

  “Can you believe this weather?” Johnny asked.

  “What do you mean?”

  He pointed to the TV and the weatherman was talking about the record amount of snowfall. I was only outside maybe an hour ago and everything was fine. I went out to the ambulance bay and the sliding doors opened to a wall of snow.

  Not actually a wall but about three feet. It was enough to guarantee that tonight was going to be slow. Ambulances would have a tough time getting here and sick people would rather stay home than come out and fight the weather.

  “Is it bad out there?” Johnny asked when I came back to him.

  “Let's just say that it's going to be pretty empty here tonight.”

  He relaxed in his chair and leaned back. “These are the best nights. I think I'm going to catch up on my reading.”

  “If anyone comes looking for me tell them I'll be in the pharmacy and then the supply room.”

  I took a pen and paper and walked to the small closet that held all the drugs. It was important to keep track of the painkillers and other substances that were normally abused. Patients who were drug-seeking who go to extreme lengths to find their next fix.

  I unlocked the door and proceeded to take an inventory of everything that needed to be replaced. It was boring and monotonous but when most of your shift was bordering on extreme excitement, you learned how to enjoy the quiet moments.

  I took the elevator down to the bottom floor of the hospital. This was where they kept supplies for almost everything. Bed sheets, pillows, trays for food, and toilet paper. They also kept old equipment down here. Outdated stuff that the hospital will probably never use again but it was incredibly expensive at one point.

  I opened the door to the pharmacy supply and realized that this was going to take a lot longer than I thought. Everything had become very disorganized. None of the medicine was in the right place.

  This was going to take hours.

  Chapter Three

  I brushed the sweat from my brow and wiped my hands off on my scrubs. I had finally put all the bottles where they belonged and taken what I needed for the pharmacy upstairs.

  I loaded everything into a small cart that looked like a large spice rack. I rolled it over to the elevator and pressed the button for the main floor.

  Before I could get there the doors opened at the next floor up and Dr. Luke waltzed right in. “I see you're almost done restocking the pharmacy. Thanks for doing that. I know it shouldn't be a job for the nurses but we have a small staff tonight.”

  I couldn't believe he was actually thanking me for my work. This Dr. Luke wasn't the same man I had been interacting with the past year.

  “It's no problem. Everything was out of place downstairs so I fixed it up. There's no excuse for it to look that way. Not when we might need to find something that's vital for a patient.”

  Luke was about to reply when the elevator halted before it reached our level. The lights flickered once and then turned off.

  “Uhh what's happening?” I asked, holding onto the rails for dear life. An elevator free-falling was a fear of mine.

  The lights came back on but this time they were dark red. “Looks like the power went out,” Luke said, taking look at the panel of buttons.

  “The power's out? What about the patients on life support?”

  Luke shook his head. “The generators kicked on which is why we have some light in here. They'll be fine.”

  I imagined Johnny upstairs freaking out and running around. But then I remembered who Johnny was. He lived for these moments. He was probably setting up a hockey game with trash cans with the janitors.

  “So what do we do then?”

  Luke pressed the call button on the panel. “I don't know if this works but is anyone there?”

  No answer.

  “We're never getting out of here,” I said, backing up to the wall. Suddenly everything felt so claustrophobic. I never used to have this fear but it felt like I wasn't able to get enough oxygen in my lungs.

  Luke turned to me and put his hand on my shoulder. “We're going to be fine. They'll get to us soon enough.”

  “Not with that blizzard out there,” I replied, my chest heaving in and out. I could tell that I was hyperventilating. Now I knew I wasn't very good in survival situations.

  Dr. Luke cocked his head to the side. He hadn't been watching the news.

  “There was already three feet of snow a few hours ago. W
ho knows how much has fallen since then.”

  “Okay...so it might take them a little longer to get to us. No big deal.”

  “What about our air supply? How long do we have?”

  Dr. Luke laughed. “Elevators aren't air tight for exactly this reason. We're going to be perfectly fine.”

  His unwavering attitude was actually calming. Maybe we were going to be all right. “So what do we do then?”

  “Let's see what we have here?” Luke went to the cart of drugs, picking up bottles and checking the labels.”

  “Okay be serious. We're not going to take painkillers to pass the time. If we were caught, they'd fire us so fast.”

  Luke tossed the bottle back into the cart. He turned to me with dark eyes. “Then how about a kiss?”

  All the breath in my lungs escaped at once. My skin turned a dark shade of red and I couldn't find the words. I was always so good at turning him down but now it was different. We were in such close quarters and he had been pretty nice to me lately.

  I couldn't fight back the thought that I had dreamed of him before. Even touched myself to the thought of him. He was most good-looking man I'd ever seen.

  One kiss wouldn't hurt.

  Dr. Luke sensed my acceptance. He took a step towards me and was already within inches of me. There wasn't much room in the elevator with the cart in here too.

  I could smell his manly cologne and feel his hot breath on me. I was no longer hyperventilating but my heart was beating rapidly.

  I pressed myself against the wall of the elevator. Luke took a strand of hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ear. “You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?”

  I averted my eyes from his. I didn't know how to respond to a question like that. Even if he wasn't telling the truth, it was still a nice thing to say.

  Luke gripped my chin and made me face him, my eyes staring into his. He started to lean in. I closed my eyes and divided my lips. He pressed his mouth to mine and we connected. Sparks of electricity shot threw me.

  This was more than just a kiss.

  Chapter Four

  It was more than just lust and desire. There was genuine passion between us. I could feel the hunger for him and the hunger that he felt for me.

  His tongue danced on my lips, tasting my saliva. Luke put his hands on my hips and squeezed my love handles. His hands moved higher until he found my mountainous peaks. He was ready to rip off my clothes and I was willing to let him.

  “Take off those scrubs. Let me see your big titties,” he ordered.

  I pulled my pink top over my head and all that was underneath it was a baggy t-shirt that I didn't mind if it got ruined from helping patients.

  Luke looked visibly angry that there were more layers to uncover before getting to his prize. He attacked my shirt, stripping it off me until all that was left was my black bra. His fingers gripped the top of the cups and his arms flexed.

  My bra ripped in two, right down the middle. My breasts were finally released I flung the shreds of fabric off my arms and onto the ground.

  Luke took a step back and admired the view. “I knew those tits had to be gigantic but I didn't know they'd be that big.” He licked his lips at the sight of me. Could a man really love big curves like this?

  “Don't you want to feel them?” I asked innocently.

  Luke nodded with his hands up. He planted them on my chest, his fingers kneading my soft flesh. “They're so heavy,” he commented with astonishment.

  He would never know the pain of what it feels like to carry around bowling balls attached to his chest for twelve-hour shifts.

  But it was all worth to please this man.

  Luke pinched my nipples between his thumb and middle finger, rubbing them until they became hard. He squeezed each breast in his hand until my nipples were exploding outwards. He stuck his wet tongue out and ran it in circles around my nipples. He put his mouth on me and bit down until I cried out.

  I suffocated him in my cleavage, his lips kissing every inch of my skin. I ran my fingers through his blonde hair. I pressed his head deeper into my tits. He wouldn't be able to breathe for much longer.

  Dr. Luke finally broke away, his hair all disheveled. He had the look of accomplishment on his face. I could tell he had been wanting to do that for a long time.

  “Take off your clothes, Emily,” I instructed him. He wasn't the only one who gave orders around here.

  Luke started with his stethoscope and white lab coat. His light blue button-up shirt underneath was very formal. I started to unbutton his shirt while he worked at his belts and pants. Every button I undid revealed more and more of his chiseled chest.

  When his shirt was finally off, I was in awe of his perfect body. I couldn't understand what a man like him every saw in me. But I didn't want to argue with it.

  He dropped his black dress pants along with his boxer briefs. What I saw couldn't be possible. His cock was enormous. Not just in length but in girth too. From the tip all the way down to its base, his cock was a cannon waiting to destroy me.

  “You're so big,” I said.

  “Don't worry, I'll be gentle. Maybe...”

  My ankles felt so weak and I fell to my knees. It was what I wanted to do anyways. I gripped his cock in my hand and my fingers could barely reach around his thickness. I stroked his pole up and down slowly, watching Luke react to my touch.

  “Fuck yes, you're so good at that.”

  I knew I could make him come with just a handjob. It wouldn't be so hard. But I wanted to see how long I could get him to go. Bring him up to the brink of coming over and over again. Drive him so crazy that he goes insane.

  I ran my tongue along the underside of penis, making Luke quiver. I opened as wide as I could and stuffed that entire juicy cock into my mouth.

  “Fuck yes, take that cock,” Luke moaned.

  I crammed him so deep down my throat that I thought I was going to pass out. I rubbed the base of his cock and could feel his body go rigid. Luke was getting close. It wouldn't take much more for him to unload into my mouth.

  But I'd barely had my fun yet.

  I pulled Luke's member from my mouth and he gasped for air. His rod was stiff and throbbed, pulsing up and down. “You're so fucking good at that, Emily. Where the hell did you learn to suck dick like that?”

  I wiped the pre-cum and drool from my lips. I shrugged and gave him a wink. Luke took my hand and helped me up. Both of his hands slipped in the waistband of my scrub pants and my thongs. He dragged all of it down in one motion, bending over to get my ankles out of my pant legs.

  His face was at eye level with my crotch. He was drawn to me like a moth of a flame. He kissed my stomach, layering kisses south. He passed over my pubic mound and found my perfect spot.

  I clenched his head with both hands and screamed out, “Don't stop, Luke. It feels too fucking good!”

  His tongue played with my clit lightly, flicking me around, sucking on my fleshy bulb. He stuffed his face in my crotch and I came undone.