After some time walking, we arrived at a hospital. At least, Summer told me it was a hospital. It just looked like a regular wooden building to me, since it was only two stories tall and didn’t seem to have any medical equipment. But there was a sign with a hospital cross on it on the front, so that was good enough for me.

We walked inside, and I was immediately greeted by a short, plump woman with wavy black hair and brown eyes. She was wearing a white nurse’s uniform that clearly showed off her ample chest, although I tried not to look.

“Hi!” she greeted me in a very friendly voice. “I’m Clara, what’s your name?”

“I’m Eddie. Nice to meet you.”

“Ooh, what a big strong man you are!” She then blatantly looked me up and down.

I tried to put aside my discomfort. “Umm… thanks?”

Summer broke in. “We don’t have time for this! He’s been injured! I’m not sure what the matter is, but I found him lying unconscious in the street!”

“Oh no! We must take care of you! That strong, muscular body of yours is very precious!”

“Thanks but I really think I just need to rest.”

“Please, come right this way. I’ll find you a nice bed to rest in. And I’ll give you a thorough examination too, just to make sure.” Clara gripped my arm and pulled me along with her, holding me very tightly. Summer followed behind.

“Ahem. No visitors beyond this point, please!”

“Why!?” said Summer. “I’m with him!”

“But you’re not his wife, right?” Clara said smugly. “So you have no legal visitation rights. You can come back tomorrow morning at 9—as long as nothing is wrong with him, he’ll be discharged then.” Summer fumed, but waited behind as Clara led me into the building.

We walked up some stairs, down a hallway, and entered a small private room. There was a clean white bed, a window, and not much else—no machines or IV drip or anything like what I’d expect from a modern hospital.

Clara tucked me into bed. “Right then. Time for your examination!”

“Huh?”

“You were unconscious this morning, right? That’s really serious! I’m not kidding around here, you need to let me examine you for brain damage.”

“Um, OK. But how are you going to do that?” There wasn’t any technology here that I could see.

“First, we check your reflexes. Please sit up and swing your knees over the edge of the bed.”

I did as she asked. “Like this?”

“Yes, that’s perfect. Now just relax.” She pulled out a small mallet and struck me in the leg.

“Ow!” I cried.

“Sorry about that. But I had to check. See how your leg moved?” She did it again, on the other leg this time. “Looks like your reflexes are normal, at least.”

“Yeah, that’s good. What’s next?”

“What’s the last thing you remember?” She asked.

“Well, that’s a bit hard to describe.” I did remember getting hit by a truck, but I didn’t want to get into that with this strange woman I’d just met. “I guess the last thing I remember is eating breakfast this morning, shortly before the accident.”

“Ok, that’s not too bad then. Sounds like you suffered a little memory loss, but not too much. You don’t remember the accident at all?”

“No, nothing.”

She scribbled a few notes on her clipboard. “Alright then. Next, we need to check your vision.” She pulled out a vision test board and held it against the wall. “Please read the third row of letters.”

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My vision is pretty good, so I could read them easily:

“I… L… U… V… C… L… A… R… A—hey what is this?”

She giggled. “I’m glad your vision is fine! And it makes me so happy to hear you say that. So now just one last test.”

“Yeah?”

She pulled out a stethoscope. “I’m going to measure your heart rate, OK? Please unbutton your shirt and hold this this on your chest.”

Somewhat nervously, I did as she asked. The metal stethoscope was quite cold on my chest, and I felt very exposed.

“Good good. I can hear your heart beat. Seems normal. But now to check the response”

She started rubbing my shoulders.

“Hey, what’s this?”

“I need to see how it changes from physical reactions. It’s a medical procedure, I promise.”

“Um, OK. Go on then…”

And then she thrust her breasts quite firmly into my face, while holding my head there with her hands!

“Ack! Pfft! Huh?” I sputtered, fighting for air.

“Hee hee! Looks like that got a nice reaction from you. You have a very healthy heart rate, excellent!”

“Is that really part of the medical exam?”

“Um, no. Sorry. But I’m very happy that you liked my breasts!” I couldn’t exactly deny it, with her stethoscope hearing my heart beat. Still, I was kind of annoyed at her for tricking me like that.

“Anything I can do for you now to make you more comfortable? How about a sponge bath? Or a massage?”

I couldn’t believe this was a real nurse! But I had to refuse.

“No. Please just leave me alone to rest.”

Clara looked annoyed, but she did as I asked and left. I was exhausted after everything that had happened to me, so despite the strange surroundings, I quickly fell asleep.

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When I woke up, the sun had set, and my room was shrouded in darkness.

The same nurse as before, Clara, entered my room some time after that. She came in very quietly. I wouldn’t have noticed, except that I was wide awake, pondering everything that had happened to me.

Was it my imagination or was her uniform different now? Her skirt and shirt seemed much more revealing now. I could very clearly see her cleavage (ample) and thighs (sexy as hell).

She approached my bed, and whispered into my ear. “Are you awake?”

I nodded.

“Good!” She smiled. “I was just wondering if you need anything.”

“No, I’m fine. I’m just having trouble sleeping, that’s all. But I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me.”

“Oh sure, sure, it was nothing! I was just doing my job. But you know, I can do more than that for you, if you’d like...” she said the last part in a low and sultry voice.

“Like what?”

“Well,” She said, looking me with an intense gaze. “You said you’re having trouble sleeping. I read in my medical textbooks that some men find it easier to sleep after they’ve… you know.” She giggled.

“Um… after we’ve what?” I tried to pretend I didn’t know what she was implying. This woman was outrageous!

“Don’t worry. I won’t tell your girlfriend. I think she’d understand, anyway. This is part of your medical recovery!”

“First of all, she’s not my girlfriend. But even so—”

“Good! Even better then!” She placed her hand on my chest, and started rubbing my pecs. “Are you tense?”

“Yes. I’m a bit nervous, since this seems pretty strange…”

“No! Like I said, it’s part of your medical healing process. Here, you should touch mine too!” She placed my left hand on her very ample right breast. It was quite soft and pleasant to the touch.

“Does that feel good?” She asked. “I hope it does. I’ve never done this for real before. I just studied from textbooks.”

“Yeah it feels nice.” I admitted. “But uh, what kind of textbooks are you studying?”

She smiled. “You know Human biology. Medical advice for taking care of males. And sexual education.” She started moving her hand lower.

“You know,” She continued. “I read some interesting things in those books. They describe all sorts of physiological changes that men have when they’re excited by a woman.” Her hand was over my stomach now.

“Oh… that sounds very informative.” I said. My hand was still on her breast. I felt her nipple poking out sharply.

“Are you feeling those changes now? Is your sexual organ becoming engorged with blood?” Her hand was now almost at my waist.

“… Yes.” I couldn’t deny it. I had a boner. I knew this was crazy, and I should probably put a stop to the situation, but it was hard to think clearly with such a sexy girl coming onto me.

“Then shall we—” She started to say, but was interrupted by the door opening.

It was Summer. She took a moment to take in the situation—me in bed, Clara and I touching each other—and then she screamed at us: “Hey! What are you doing here!”

“I’m his nurse!” Clara answered with a calm, professional voice, while still keeping her hand on my waist. “I’m helping with his medical problems! What are YOU doing here?”

Summer scowled. “I just came to check on him. What kind of ‘medical problems’ are you helping with?”

“I’m making sure he has a good night’s sleep!”

“By being here? You’re just disturbing him!”

“No I wasn’t! I was going to help him fall asleep!”

“Well then, tell me what to do, and I’LL be the one to help him!”

“You wouldn’t be able to—it’s a complex medical procedure, and only professional nurses can perform it”

This argument continued for quite some time. At first I was still horny as hell, but soon it just became annoying.

“Can both of you please leave? I can’t sleep when you’re fighting like this.”

“Um, OK. Sorry!” sniffled Clara.

“I’ll be back tomorrow!” said Summer.

What a hospital—what a world! They both left, but after that drama it was very difficult to fall back to sleep. I was nervous that one or the other of them might enter again at any time to disturb me, but also (I had to admit) somewhat hoping for it. It was a long struggle for me to finally relax enough to fall asleep.