Nurse Yummy Chapter 2
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I could hardly wait for five o'clock to arrive…
The time seemed to drag even more today than it had earlier in the week. Through the small window in my door, I could see Suzanne walking by and peeking in every ten minutes or so, most likely looking to see if Nurse Yummy had arrived yet. It wasn't helping. I tried closing my eyes to rest in the hopes that I could fall asleep and the last half hour might pass in oblivion. What felt like twenty minutes later, I heard the soft sound of the door opening. I felt my heart begin to pound in my chest in anticipation. Unfortunately, I also heard my heart monitor beeping like crazy. My eyes snapped open in mortification, only to see a smirking Suzanne standing just inside the door.
"A little excited for a certain someone to arrive?" she teased me.
I groaned in embarrassment, "Can't we turn the sound off on that thing?"
Suzanne giggled and moved to the machine. "You know it does have a mute feature, but it will still show on the screen, there is nothing we can do about that. With a head injury like yours, and how long you were under, we still have to keep you very closely monitored." She muted the heart monitor for me, and made a note in my chart. As she walked out the door, my eyes followed her, and I saw the clock before she left the room. Only three minutes had passed.
I groaned as I carefully rested back against my pillow once more. The extra pounding in my head that I felt as a result of getting my blood racing through my body was something I could seriously live without. I took slow shallow breaths in an attempt to tone down the pain. The last thing I wanted was to have them think that seeing Nurse Yummy would cause me to regress in the progress I was making. I wanted Nurse Yummy, I needed him, I'm pretty sure I would die of boredom if they didn't allow him to care for me anymore.
The focus on my breathing must have made me dose off a little, because the next thing I knew I was hearing a quiet velvety voice close to my ear saying, "Good evening, Bella, how are you feeling today?"
My heart rate skyrocketed, and I blushed profusely. I figured by his soft chuckle that he was probably watching the heart monitor go berserk. For a second, I contemplated pretending I was asleep, so that I wouldn't have to face him, but who was I trying to kid? I had been waiting for the past twenty hours just to see his face; I wasn't going to deny myself now. I slowly peeked at him, opening only my right eye at first. He was sitting in a chair next to my bed, his face less than two feet away from mine, reviewing the notes on my chart. He was close enough for me to smell his unique masculine scent, somewhat spicy, a touch of musk, and one hundred percent yummy! I decided to risk it, and opened my other eye for a more complete view. I studied the way his hair fell over his forehead as he read the chart. My fingers itched to run though hair that looked silky soft. My fingers flexed in response to my imaginings, and he must have caught it, because he looked down to my hand, and then back to my face.
"So, you decided to join me then?" Nurse Yummy asked as a welcoming smile slowly spread over his face.
"Um, yeah," I almost whispered before my eyes flew to the clock. I was very relieved to see that it was only five minutes past five, so I hadn't missed much of his shift at all. I looked back at Nurse Yummy, and saw him reading the chart again. His eyebrows rose and a small grin began to appear on his face again. It made me wonder just what kind of reading material Suzanne had left for Nurse Yummy.
"So," he cleared his throat and looked me in the eye. "It says here you are feeling up to a sponge bath this evening."
Nurse Yummy just used "feeling up" and "sponge bath" in the same sentence, was all I could think. I recognized that he was waiting for a response, but I had pretty much lost all coherent brain function. Staring at his mouth, my brain was on a loop of, "lick him, feeling up, sponge bath, lick him, feeling up, sponge bath…"
"Bella?" he questioned gently.
I shook my head trying to jump start my thoughts. That was the wrong thing to do! Instantly a wave of nausea came over me, and I whipped my hands up to my temples, and closed my eyes, to try and slow the spinning. "Ugh," I groaned, and then locked my lips tight. The last thing I wanted to do in front of Nurse Yummy was vomit.
"Bella, breathe through your nose," he encouraged. I did as he instructed, then slowly opened my eyes, and focused on his face. The feeling of spinning gradually slowed down, and I was able to get the nausea under control. "So, you shook your head, does that mean you aren't feeling up to a sponge bath?"
My heart bean to race again, and I wasn't sure if it was due to the panic that he might not help with it, or the apprehension that he may. "I'm feeling well enough for…that," I admitted meekly. Just then Suzanne came in with a small tub containing all the supplies needed for the sponge bath. "Here we go, Bella. Are you still feeling up to this?" Suzanne asked me.
I managed to squeak out a simple, "Yes," before she set the tub down and started for the door.
"Uh, aren't you going to give her a sponge bath?" Nurse Yummy asked Suzanne.
Suzanne paused at the whiteboard next to the door and erased her name from the spot for the nurse's name. "Sorry, my shift ends a little early today. Could you help Bella today?" She asked Nurse Yummy.
His eyes flew to check my response quickly before raising his eyebrows in Suzanne's direction. "Are you sure she's up for it?"
"Sure, just make sure Bella doesn't make any sudden movements, stay away from her bandages, and make sure she continues to breathe, and it should be fine," Suzanne instructed.
"Now she tells me," I muttered under my breath. I looked at the whiteboard and wondered why Nurse Yummy never wrote his name on the board. That would definitely make it easier to figure out his name. I contemplated how I could suggest it to him. I could be really straightforward and say something like, "How about you put your name up on the board this evening," but then I'd pretty much have to admit that I don't know his name. I know I had a concussion and all, but it seems like someone had to have said it in the last week at some point, and if they had, I didn't want to admit that I wasn't able to remember. My attention was drawn away from the whiteboard as Nurse Yummy began to adjust the bed so that it moved me to a more sitting position.
Nurse Yummy moved to the table and began arranging the supplies. Behind his back, Suzanne gave me a quick before heading out the door. This was really going to happen; Nurse Yummy was going to give me a sponge bath!