Mandy had always enjoyed visiting her grandpa at the hospital. The atmosphere wasn’t exactly cheery, but she loved how her family would gather, chatting and laughing to lift Grandpa’s spirits. And then there was Tim—the young man in the next bed, who had quickly become her favorite part of these visits.
Tim was handsome, despite his current state. His arms and legs were in casts, suspended by cords, leaving him immobile after his motorcycle accident. At first, their interactions were shy and brief. But over time, as her family sat with Grandpa, Mandy would linger at Tim’s bedside, joking and teasing him to keep his spirits up.
On this morning, his morning had started like most others since his accident—quiet, tedious, and utterly beyond his control. The nurse assigned to him that day, a more senior nurse, had come in shortly after breakfast with her usual efficiency. She had brought a basin of warm water, a stack of towels, and a bottle of soap, all of which signaled the start of his daily sponge bath.
For Tim, these baths were a mix of relief and humiliation. The warmth of the water eased the constant itchiness and discomfort of being immobile, but the indignity of lying there, exposed and helpless, never got any easier. Carla worked quickly, chatting lightly about the weather and the hospital’s busyness, as though that could distract him from the fact that he was lying there completely at her mercy.
She had just begun cleaning his genital area, her methodical hands working with practiced ease, when her pager buzzed loudly. Carla paused, glancing at the small screen strapped to her hip. Her brow furrowed as she read the message, and she let out a frustrated sigh.
“Of course,” she muttered under her breath, setting the washcloth aside and standing abruptly. “I have to go. Emergency on another floor.”
Tim blinked, confused and slightly alarmed. “Wait—you’re leaving?” he asked, his voice laced with embarrassment as he glanced down at his still-wet, uncovered body.
Carla gave him an apologetic look, already halfway to the door. “I don’t have a choice, it’s a code blue, Tim,” she said quickly. “I’ll be back as soon as I possibly can to finish.”
She moved to the curtain, pausing just long enough to ensure it was fully closed before stepping out. “Just sit tight,” she added, her voice fading as she rushed down the hall.
And with that, she was gone, leaving Tim lying there in a state of undignified limbo. The blanket was crumpled at the foot of the bed, the damp cloth and soap abandoned on the side table. His body glistened with water, the cool air of the room prickling his skin. His casts and the cords holding his limbs suspended only heightened his sense of vulnerability, leaving him utterly exposed and powerless.
He let out a low groan, staring at the ceiling in mortified resignation. What else could he do? Carla’s absence would only be a few minutes, he told himself. Surely no one would come in.
And then, of course, the door opened. Mandy and her family had come to visit his bed neighbor, their Grampa.
Mandy immediately noticed the curtain pulled around Tim’s side, which was unusual. Normally, he was sitting there ready to chat with her as she visited. Today, however, the curtain and the unusual silence piqued her curiosity. Tim was the hilight of her visits.
She glanced around, noticing the absence of any staff nearby. Her family was fully occupied with grandpa, giving her a narrow window of privacy. With a mischievous grin, she stepped up to the curtain and poked her head through.
“Hey, Tim!” she whispered brightly.
“Mandy!” Tim’s voice was a mixture of surprise and panic. His face flushed deep red, and Mandy’s eyes widened as she took in the scene. Tim was lying completely exposed. The blanket meant to cover him was pulled right off, leaving his chest, tummy, and genitals completely bare.
Mandy’s eyes darted back up to his face, her cheeks coloring as she struggled not to laugh. “Oh,” she whispered, her tone somewhere between amusement and disbelief. “Well, this is… unexpected.”
“Mandy,” Tim groaned, his voice low and urgent. “Please—just—pull the curtain closed and go!”
But Mandy, in true form, wasn’t about to let this opportunity slip by. “I mean, I came to say hi, but this is a… different kind of hello.” She smirked, leaning slightly closer.
Tim squirmed, though his bindings didn’t allow much movement. “Mandy, I’m serious,” he whispered. “Your family is right outside!”
“Oh, I know,” she whispered back, her tone laced with mischief. “That’s why we have to keep our voices down. Don’t want them to hear, right?”
“Mandy, this isn’t funny,” he hissed, his voice barely audible. His blush deepened, and Mandy suddenly noticed another telltale sign of his predicament—a stirring below his waist that only made his humiliation worse.
Her eyes widened slightly, then narrowed with an impish gleam. “Tim…” she whispered, her voice dropping into a teasing tone. “Are you—? Oh my God, are you actually enjoying this?”
Tim groaned, his head falling back against the pillow. “I’m not—Mandy, it’s not what you think!”
She bit her lip to keep from laughing. “It’s exactly what I think. You’re happy to see me, aren’t you?”
His voice was barely audible now, his embarrassment palpable. “I can’t help it, okay? It’s… it just happens!”
Mandy grinned, delighted by his discomfort. “Well, I’ll take it as a compliment,” she whispered. “Though I have to say, you’re in quite the compromising position here.”
Tim gave her a desperate look. “Mandy, please—can you just put the blanket on me or something? If your family comes over—”
“Oh, don’t worry,” she said lightly, her tone maddeningly calm. “They’re busy with Grandpa. But I have to admit, this is… kind of flattering.” She arched an eyebrow, her lips curving into a playful smile. “You must really like me.”
“Mandy,” he groaned again, his tone both pleading and mortified. “Please, stop.”
But Mandy was having too much fun. “Alright, fine,” she whispered, glancing over her shoulder to make sure no one was watching. She reached for his blanket and put it back over him, tucking it neatly at his waist. “There. Better?”
Tim exhaled in relief. “Thank you,” he muttered.
Mandy tilted her head, her grin softening. “You know,” she whispered, leaning a little closer, “you’re kind of adorable when you’re all flustered like this.”
Tim didn’t respond, his blush deepening as he avoided her gaze. Mandy chuckled softly and stepped back, slipping out from behind the curtain.
“See you later, Tim,” she whispered before returning to her family, her heart racing from the thrill of the encounter. She couldn’t wait to tease him about this again when they had more privacy.
——
As Mandy sat by her grandpa’s bed, her family chatted animatedly, their voices filling the room. She stole occasional glances toward the curtain separating Tim’s bed from the rest of the space. Though she kept a casual demeanor, her heart raced from their earlier exchange. She could still picture his mortified expression, and the memory made her suppress a smirk.
Moments later, the nurse returned, briskly walking into the room. She had a clipboard tucked under one arm and an air of purpose. “Sorry about that, Mr. Randall,” she said, slipping behind Tim’s curtain. Mandy couldn’t help but perk up, her ears straining to hear.
Behind the curtain, the nurse paused. “Well, that’s odd,” she said softly, though her voice was audible enough for Tim—and Mandy—to hear. “Did someone cover you up while I was gone?”
Tim cleared his throat, his voice strained. “Uh… yeah, you could say that.”
“Oh, how sweet of them,” the nurse said, amusement creeping into her tone. She set down her clipboard and pulled the blanket back off to where it had been before she’d rushed out. Her eyes widened slightly as she took in Tim’s predicament, and a grin tugged at the corners of her lips.
“Well, well,” she teased gently, picking up the sponge she’d left behind. “Looks like someone’s a bit… excitable today. Let me guess—did that young lady I saw peek her head in to say hi?”
Tim groaned audibly, and Mandy, still eavesdropping, had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. She leaned slightly closer to her grandpa’s bed, pretending to adjust his pillow, but her attention was entirely on the conversation behind the curtain.
“I—she might have,” Tim stammered. “But it’s not—look, it’s just—”
The nurse chuckled softly as she resumed the sponge bath, her tone playful but professional. “Oh, don’t worry, it’s perfectly natural. Young man like you, charming girl like her… I’d be more surprised if you weren’t reacting.”
Tim let out a muffled groan, clearly wishing the ground would swallow him whole. Mandy could barely contain her grin. She made a mental note to tease him later about this.
The nurse dipped the sponge into the basin of warm water and wrung it out, her motions brisk and efficient as she moved along Tim’s chest and abdomen. She kept her face composed, but the faintest twitch at the corner of her lips betrayed her struggle to remain professional. Tim, meanwhile, was practically glowing red, his face turned to the side as he stared fixedly at the curtain, avoiding all eye contact.
Yet there it was—his erection, standing tall and unwavering like a flagpole, utterly impossible to ignore despite the nurse’s best attempts to pretend otherwise. Every now and then, it throbbed slightly, as though mocking his efforts to keep himself composed.
Tim groaned inwardly, mortified beyond belief, his immobile state making it all the worse. He felt every careful swipe of the sponge as the nurse worked around the area, pointedly avoiding the source of his humiliation while still doing her job thoroughly. The tension in the air was palpable, yet neither of them addressed the glaring issue between them.
“So,” the nurse said after a moment, her voice calm and casual as though nothing was amiss, “that girl—she seems nice. A friend of yours? She’s quite the looker. Pretty, friendly… you’re a lucky guy to have someone like that visiting you.”
Tim groaned softly, unsure how to respond. His entire body felt tense, his skin burning under her casual commentary.
The nurse dipped the sponge back into the basin, wringing it out slowly. “Of course,” she said, her voice taking on a slightly teasing edge, “there are certain… needs a nurse can’t help a patient with, no matter how thorough the care.”
Tim’s breath hitched, his face turning an even deeper shade of crimson. He squeezed his eyes shut, wishing desperately for the conversation—and the moment—to end.
The nurse chuckled softly, shaking her head as she continued working. “I suppose that’s what friends are for, though,” she said, her tone light and nonchalant.
Tim let out a muffled groan, his mortification complete. He could feel the occasional throb, a reminder of his traitorous body, but the nurse said nothing more, simply finishing her task with calm efficiency.
When she finally put the blanket back over him, smoothing it down as though nothing had happened, she stood up straight and gave him a small smile. “There we go,” she said brightly. “All set. You’re good to go.”
Tim barely managed a nod, his throat tight with embarrassment. The nurse gathered her supplies, humming softly as she walked toward the curtain. “Rest up, Mr. Randall,” she said, her tone cheerful.
As the curtain swished shut behind her, Tim let out a long, shaky breath, his face still burning as he stared at the ceiling. He wasn’t sure whether to laugh, cry, or simply disappear altogether.
As the nurse pulled the curtain back slightly to leave, Mandy caught her eye. The older woman gave Mandy a knowing smile before returning to her duties, leaving Tim behind the curtain in stunned silence.
Mandy leaned over to her grandpa, whispering softly so only he could hear. “I’ll be right back,” she said with a sly smile.
She stood and sauntered over to the curtain, poking her head through just enough for Tim to see her face. “So, everything okay over here?” she whispered, her voice dripping with feigned innocence.
Tim glared at her, his face still beet red. “Mandy, I swear…”
She grinned, cutting him off. “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me. For now.” With a wink, she slipped back out, leaving Tim groaning in frustration and Mandy grinning with satisfaction as she returned to her family.
——
Mandy arrived at the hospital the next day, feeling a mix of anticipation and mischief. Her family had decided to come later, giving her some rare alone time during her visit. When she entered the room, her grandpa’s bed was empty, a note on the side table indicating he was undergoing medical tests.
Tim was lying in his usual spot, staring at the ceiling with an expression of bored resignation. As soon as their eyes met, his face turned a familiar shade of pink, a telltale sign he was still reeling from her teasing the day before.
“Hey, Tim,” Mandy greeted, her voice bright and casual as she walked over to his bed. “How’s my favorite patient today?”
Tim groaned softly, his eyes narrowing in mock suspicion. “What are you planning this time?”
“Who, me?” she said innocently, pulling the curtain around his bed as she grabbed a chair and sat down beside him. “Just wanted to check in, that’s all. Have a little chat.”
He raised an eyebrow but didn’t protest. “Yeah, because yesterday wasn’t humiliating enough.”
Mandy smirked, leaning forward slightly. “Actually, about yesterday… I was thinking.”
Tim groaned again, closing his eyes. “Do we have to?”
“Oh, absolutely,” she replied, undeterred. “It got me wondering… you’ve been stuck here for weeks, completely immobile. That must be frustrating.”
“I’m fine,” Tim said quickly, though his flushed cheeks betrayed him.
“Come on, Tim,” Mandy pressed, her tone softening slightly. “It’s okay to admit it. You’re a guy—you’ve got needs, right? And it’s not like you can… handle them yourself. And I overheard the nurse saying there’s nothing she can do…”
Tim’s blush deepened, and he shifted uncomfortably, though the cords holding his arms and legs made the movement minimal. “Mandy,” he said weakly, “please don’t.”
But she wasn’t letting him off the hook that easily. “I mean, if it’s really been that long, it’s gotta be driving you crazy.” She tilted her head, giving him a thoughtful look. “What if I helped?”
Tim’s eyes shot open, and he stared at her in shock. “W-What?”
“You heard me,” Mandy said, her voice low and calm. “I’m offering to help you out. I mean, you clearly can’t do it on your own, and I don’t mind. We’re friends, right?”
Tim’s mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. His face was a deep crimson now, and he looked everywhere but at her. “I-I don’t think that’s a good idea…”
“Why not?” Mandy asked, standing to close the curtain fully around them. “No one’s here. The curtain’s closed. It’s not like anyone’s going to walk in. And… well, I want to.”
“You want to?” Tim repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.
Mandy nodded, her cheeks flushing slightly. “Yeah. I mean… you’re cute when you’re all flustered, and, well… I like you. And I want to make you feel better.”
Tim was silent for a long moment, his breathing shallow as he processed her words. Finally, he met her gaze, his eyes wide and unsure. “Feel better? Are you… serious?”
“Completely,” Mandy said, her voice steady. She reached out and gently placed her hand on his, giving him a reassuring smile. “But only if you want me to…”
Tim swallowed hard, his embarrassment warring with something else—something he couldn’t quite deny. After a moment, he nodded, his voice barely audible. “No, we shouldn’t…”
Mandy perched herself casually on the edge of Tim’s bed, her playful smirk lighting up her face. Her presence alone was enough to make his pulse quicken, but when she leaned in slightly, her voice low and teasing, he felt his breath hitch.
“You’ve been stuck here for weeks, Tim,” she said softly, her tone a mix of sympathy and mischief. “I bet you haven’t had a single moment to… feel good, have you?”
Tim’s face flushed instantly. “Mandy, I don’t think—” he started, but his words faltered as she placed a hand on the blanket covering his waist.
“Shh,” she whispered, her fingers lightly brushing over him through the blanket. The contact was gentle, almost tentative, but it was enough to send a spark of sensation through his immobilized body. “You don’t have to say anything.”
“Mandy…” His voice cracked slightly, his head pressing back against the pillow as he squirmed in his bindings. “You… you really don’t have to—”
“But I want to,” she interrupted, her voice firm but still soft. Her hand pressed more deliberately now, the fabric between her palm and his skin doing little to dull the growing heat beneath it. She began to rub slowly, her movements subtle but deliberate, and Tim groaned despite himself.
As she felt him begin to harden beneath her touch, Mandy’s grin widened. She leaned in closer, her lips just inches from his ear as she whispered, “I can feel you want this, Tim. You want me to help you, don’t you?”
Tim’s breathing grew heavier, his blush deepening as he struggled to find words. “I… I don’t…” he stammered, but his body betrayed him, responding eagerly to her touch.
“You don’t have to say it,” Mandy murmured, her tone almost soothing now. Her hand continued its slow, deliberate motions as she tilted her head to meet his wide, flustered eyes. “I already know. Just relax. I’ll take care of you.”
Tim’s lips parted to protest, but the words caught in his throat as Mandy tugged the blanket down, exposing him. He stiffened immediately, his face burning with embarrassment. His bindings left him completely vulnerable, his arms and legs suspended, and Mandy’s calm demeanor only heightened the surreal nature of the moment.
“You really are tense,” she said softly, her fingers brushing against him, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Tim. She grinned, clearly enjoying his reaction. “I’ll take care of it. You just need to relax.”
Tim’s body tensed further as her hand wrapped gently around him. “Mandy, I don’t think—” he began, his voice shaky, but she silenced him with a glance, her eyes warm but firm.
“You think too much,” she whispered, leaning in. Her breath brushed against his skin, sending a shiver through him. “Let me help.”
Before he could utter another word, Mandy lowered her head, her lips brushing against his cock softly at first, then more deliberately as she took him into her mouth. Tim’s head fell back against the pillow, his bindings pulling taut as his body reacted instinctively.
“Mandy,” he groaned, his voice breaking, though the sound was more a mix of disbelief and surrender than an actual protest.
Her movements were slow and deliberate, her confidence unwavering despite his muffled protests. Mandy glanced up briefly, her gaze meeting his as she worked. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and reassurance, silently telling him to let go.
Tim’s breathing quickened, his protests fading into soft, shaky breaths as Mandy continued. For the first time in weeks, the tension that had been building in him—both physically and emotionally—began to melt away, leaving him utterly at her mercy.
Tim’s head tilted downward, his body locked in place by the casts and cords that kept him immobile. His breath hitched as his eyes settled on Mandy, her head moving rhythmically between his thighs. Her hair fell in soft waves, brushing against his skin with every motion, adding to the intensity of the moment.
From his vantage point, he could see her lips pressed into a perfect “O,” her soft, pink lips shielding her teeth as she worked with an almost practiced ease. The sight was mesmerizing—her mouth encasing him as she slid down slowly, taking him deeper than he thought possible. He could feel the warmth of her breath as she moved, her cheeks hollowing slightly as she pulled back, only to plunge again, her lips meeting the base in a fluid motion.
Tim’s chest heaved, his breathing shallow as his eyes remained fixed on her. There was something hypnotic about the way her mouth moved, her focus unwavering, her hands resting lightly against his hips for balance. Each time she went down, he felt a shiver run through him, her control over the pace leaving him entirely at her mercy.
“Mandy,” he whispered hoarsely, his voice breaking as the sensation overwhelmed him. But she didn’t stop. Instead, she tilted her gaze upward briefly, her eyes locking with his in a way that made his stomach tighten. There was a spark of mischief in her expression, but also something tender, almost reassuring, as if she wanted him to know he was safe in her hands—or rather, her mouth.
The combination of her movements and the view before him left him utterly undone, his body trembling as the tension inside him built to an almost unbearable peak.
Tim’s breathing grew more erratic as Mandy continued, her movements smooth and deliberate, sending shockwaves through his immobilized body. His chest heaved, and he felt the tension coiling tighter and tighter, building to a breaking point he couldn’t hold back much longer.
He tried to speak, his voice shaky and strained. “Mandy… I’m… I can’t—”
She paused just long enough to glance up at him, her lips still pressed around him, her eyes twinkling with a mix of determination and mischief. Without pulling away, she shook her head slightly, as if to silence him, and brought a single finger to her lips in a quiet shush.
Tim’s heart raced as her unspoken message became clear: she wanted him to let go, here and now, in her mouth. His mind spun, a mixture of embarrassment and exhilaration washing over him.
“Mandy…” he groaned again, his voice breaking as he struggled to maintain some semblance of control. But she didn’t relent. Her head dipped lower, her lips sliding down his length, taking him deep enough to make his vision blur.
The soft suction and the warmth of her mouth sent him over the edge. His body trembled, his bindings pulling taut as his release overwhelmed him. Mandy didn’t pull away—instead, she stayed with him, her movements slowing as she coaxed every last bit from him. Just as she began to pull back, still holding him gently in her mouth, the sound of the door opening made both of them freeze.
“Mr. Randall? Is everything okay in here?” came the nurse’s voice, brisk and professional as she stepped into the room.
Mandy’s eyes widened in panic, and she pulled away quickly, nearly losing her balance as she hastily wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Tim groaned softly, his mortification renewing as Mandy grabbed the blanket and hastily covered him, her giggle escaping despite her best effort to stay silent. Her face was bright red, a mix of laughter and nerves threatening to bubble over. “Act normal!” she mouthed at Tim, who could only glare at her, his face just as flushed.
The nurse’s footsteps drew closer, the sound of her clipboard rustling as she pulled back the curtain. Mandy barely managed to sit back in her chair, trying to look casual, though her disheveled hair and flushed cheeks told a different story.
The nurse raised an eyebrow as she took in the scene. Tim lay there stiffly, his face redder than ever, while Mandy avoided eye contact, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Hmm,” the nurse said, her gaze lingering on them both before flicking to the heart monitor. The slight spike from earlier was still visible, and her lips quirked in the faintest hint of a smirk. “Well, someone’s looking a little… warm today. Heart rate and blood pressure seems elevated. Everything okay?”
Mandy stifled another giggle, glancing at Tim before hurriedly responding. “Oh, yeah! He’s fine. I mean, I think he’s fine. Aren’t you fine, Tim?”
Tim groaned softly, closing his eyes as if wishing he could disappear. “Perfectly fine,” he muttered.
The nurse tilted her head, scrutinizing Mandy’s flushed face, her slightly messy hair, and then the faint white smear at the corner of her lip she’d missed in her rush.
“You’ve got… something,” the nurse said dryly, gesturing to her own lip.
Mandy’s eyes widened, and she hastily wiped her mouth, her cheeks burning. “Oh! Uh, must’ve been from… a snack!” she stammered, glancing nervously at Tim.
The nurse crossed her arms, a knowing smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. “A snack, huh?” she said, her tone laced with amusement. “Well, whatever it was, I hope it helped calm him down.”
Mandy stood abruptly, nearly knocking over the chair in her haste. “Uh, I should go!” she blurted, avoiding the nurse’s gaze. She gave Tim a quick, apologetic look and bolted for the door, leaving him alone with the nurse.
——
The nurse shook her head, her smirk widening as she turned back to Tim. “Well, Mr. Randall,” she said, picking up her clipboard. “I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m guessing I shouldn’t ask.”
Tim groaned, covering his face with his uninjured hand. “Please don’t.”
The nurse stood at Tim’s bedside, her sharp eyes fixed on him, her smirk only growing wider as she crossed her arms. Tim lay there, utterly mortified, wishing he could sink into the bed and disappear.
“Alright, Mr. Randall,” the nurse said, her tone professional but laced with amusement. “As you can’t do it yourself, and seeing as the lady was in a bit of a rush, let’s make sure you’re, uh, cleaned up properly, shall we?”
Tim’s eyes shot open, and his face burned even redder. “That’s not… I mean… it’s fine, really!” he stammered, his voice cracking slightly.
The nurse raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. She pulled a small pack of wet wipes from her pocket and snapped on a pair of gloves. “I’m afraid that’s not how this works,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. “You’re my patient, and it’s my job to make sure everything’s in order. Don’t worry—I’ll be quick.”
Tim groaned softly, closing his eyes as she closed the curtain again and pulled the blanket back down to his hips, exposing him once again. His arms and legs remained suspended by the casts and cords, leaving him completely helpless.
The nurse raised an eyebrow and her hand froze for just a moment as her gaze landed on him—his soft, spent penis resting against his thigh, unmistakably glistening and completely relaxed. Her lips twitched slightly, but her professionalism remained intact, even as her amusement shone through.
“Well,” she said after a pause, unfolding a wet wipe and leaning over him, her movements efficient and unhurried.. “You certainly seem… more relaxed than usual.”
Tim squirmed slightly, the cool touch of the wipe against his skin sending a fresh wave of embarrassment through him. “This is so unnecessary,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.
The nurse chuckled softly. “Oh, I beg to differ,” she replied. As she leaned over him, her gaze landed on his skin, her brow furrowing slightly. “Huh,” she murmured, dabbing at him with a clean wet wipe. “You seem a little sticky, almost as if…” she paused, holding his penis between thumb and forefinger, inspecting it with a bemused expression. “Saliva?”
Tim stiffened, his entire body going rigid. “Uh, I—I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he stammered, his voice cracking as he avoided her gaze.
The nurse tilted her head, clearly amused. “Saliva’s an odd thing to find here, don’t you think?” she mused, her tone entirely too casual as she wiped him again. “Not something I typically expect during a routine cleanup.”
Tim groaned, his face impossibly red as he mumbled, “I have no idea.”
The nurse straightened, fixing him with a knowing look. “Must be a mystery, then,” she said, her smirk growing wider. “Though I can’t help but notice it lines up perfectly with a certain someone’s hasty departure.”
Tim’s mouth opened to protest, but no words came out. The nurse laughed softly, shaking her head as she grabbed another wet wipe and continued her work. He had no idea how he was going to face Mandy—or the nurse—again after this.
“There,” she said after a few moments, stepping back and discarding the used wipe into a nearby bin. She pulled the blanket back up over him, smoothing it out as she gave him a satisfied nod. “Good as new.”
Tim opened his eyes cautiously, his cheeks still burning. “Are we… done?” he asked weakly.
The nurse gave him a playful smirk. “For now,” she said. “But next time, Mr. Randall, you might want to keep things a little more… discreet. Hospital monitors don’t lie, you know.”
Tim groaned again, closing his eyes as the nurse gathered her supplies and stepped out from behind the curtain. Her laughter echoed softly as she left the room, leaving him to stew in his embarrassment.
As the door clicked shut behind her, Tim let out a long sigh, his thoughts drifting to Mandy. Despite the sheer humiliation of the situation, he couldn’t deny the rush of emotions her boldness had stirred in him. For better or worse, she’d certainly made his hospital stay unforgettable.
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