Nurse Yummy Chapter 1
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He looked over his shoulder one last time to check the monitors before walking out of my hospital room. I let out a wistful sigh as soon as the door closed behind him. He was by far my favorite person in this place; not only was he tall, handsome, with a smoking hot body, but he was the kindest and most caring of any of the workers here. He hasn't formally introduced himself to me, and he wears his name badge low on his hip so I haven't gotten a name yet. As a result I've taken to calling him "Nurse Yummy" in my head.
In the four days since I woke up in this hospital bed, I have been trying to find out as much about Nurse Yummy as I could. He obviously was on a night shift of some sort, because he came in around five in the evening, and was available for me until nine. I think he must have some kind of block scheduling where he takes care of one person at a time, since he never comes in again after he leaves for the night. I've been attempting to get up the nerve to ask the other nurses about him, but haven't quite worked up the nerve yet. I'm sure every patient who has Nurse Yummy assigned to them gets a similar crush on him. I am too embarrassed to admit to being just another groupie to an angelic caretaker. I may have a head wound, but I haven't lost all sense.
The door opens at first light, and even though I know it won't be Nurse Yummy, my body can't help but anticipate his arrival.
"Good morning, Bella," Nurse Suzanne says as she comes to record my vitals. She glances between the machine and me with a curious expression as she waits for my heart rate to slow down after my hopes that Nurse Yummy would be entering instead. Once it stabilizes, she records the numbers and checks my bandages. Suzanne begins her standard line of questions with, "How are you feeling today?"
"Oh, about the same as yesterday," I reply without much enthusiasm. My mind is noting all the little things that are different between Nurse Suzanne and Nurse Yummy. I think one of the things I like best about Nurse Yummy, is that he is much more casual about his inquiries. I don't ever get the feeling that I am just one of a dozen patients on a list, like with this nurse.
The rest of the day goes similar to the last few days, stretches of boredom broken by my attempts at naps, which ironically seem to start about five to ten minutes before each new round of doctors and nurses come in to poke, prod, and chart. By three in the afternoon I really wish that my eyes and head felt better so that I could read or watch some television without it hurting. By the way, audio only on daytime television sucks. I glance at the clock after the vampire, excuse me, phlebotomist leaves the room; it's still only a quarter after three. Knowing Nurse Yummy has less than two hours before his shift makes the time seem to totally drag.
"Is there anything else we can do for you today?" Nurse Suzanne asks when she is finished with her afternoon charting, one hand already on the door.
My mind immediately thinks of the reflection I caught of myself in the neurologist's glasses and the fact that Nurse Yummy will arrive in just over an hour for his shift. "Do you think that maybe I could freshen up a bit?" I ask somewhat tentatively, and make a vague circling motion above my face. It makes me feel a little ridiculous to want some makeup and attention to my hair when I am hospitalized, recovering from a head injury, but that nurse isn't nicknamed yummy for no reason.
Nurse Suzanne gets a small grin, turns back into the room and begins to walk towards my bed. "You must be feeling better today," she comments. "When a woman starts being concerned with her appearance again, we know she is on her way to recovery," Suzanne says with a wink. She reaches for the brush, and starts gently smoothing out my hair as best she can around the bandages. It's nice, but I was hoping to step it up a bit more.
"Do you think that maybe…" I paused trying to work up my nerve to ask for even more specific help. "I'd like to… um," I took a deep breath and hurried through the request. "Do you think you could help me with a little, color? Lipstick, maybe?" hoping to start with something that would be the least likely to cause problems with my injuries.
Suzanne got a huge smile on her face. "Does this have anything to do with a certain man who will show up soon?" I felt my face warm a little at her inquiry. "You know," she continued, "if you are feeling up to it you could have a sponge bath. Although, maybe you'd want him to do that for you…" she teased causing my face to flame to the point where I'm sure I resembled a tomato.
"Does he, I mean do you think he would… oh, never mind." I stuttered out, not sure if I would prefer to get rid of the funk before Nurse Yummy arrived, or if I would prefer to have his hands all over me. I decided to split the difference. "Do you think you could help me with the most critical areas, and maybe we could just not tell him? He could, you know, um help me with the rest?" I suggested tentatively while continuing my impression of a tomato.
"Oooo, strategy. I like the way you think, Bella," Suzanne complimented. She handed me a white and blue plaid toiletries bag from a shelf in the bathroom before she got the remaining supplies needed to help me freshen up a bit.
I took the bag and began to look through it to see what options I had available to me. I noticed the cosmetics had previously been used, so I checked to make sure I had been the one to use them. "Um, do the things in here belong to me, or the hospital?"
"All the items in there are your personal property, Bella. Don't worry, we wouldn't pass around cosmetics. OSHA would have a fit if we did something like that."
Suzanne took the bag from me, and set it on the table to the side before helping me wash a few strategic areas. She finished up, and I laid back, closed my eyes, and rested for a minute to get my head to stop spinning.
"Here, I'll just help you a bit while you rest up," Suzanne said. She applied some powder foundation to cover up the bruises where I had been hurt but the skin had not broken. She added a bit of color to my eyes, lips and cheeks before announcing that she was finished. "Now you are all ready for that delicious hunk of man meat," she told me conspiratorially.
I could hardly wait for five o'clock to arrive.
