Nurse Yummy Chapter 3

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This was really going to happen; Nurse Yummy was going to give me a sponge bath!

After the door closed behind Suzanne, Nurse Yummy went to the end of the bed, and pulled the curtain closed so that I could have privacy from the people in the hallway. My heart began to race with the anticipation, and my breathing became shallow. Nurse Yummy glanced around at the machines, and grinned when he saw my heart monitor. "Your pulse looks to be a bit on the high side at the moment," he said. He walked over to the monitor and turned up the volume to its normal level. "We will want to keep track of that."

My heart rate sped a little faster as he turned and gave me an almost predatory look. My heart rate spiked at the sight of him, and he immediately broke out into a huge grin. I suddenly found my fingernails ultra-fascinating. Nurse Yummy ran the tap, and added warm water to the plastic tub, which brought thoughts of that water dripping on my skin…

His soft chuckles interrupted my daydreaming. Without lifting my head, I glanced over at him and mumbled, "Do we really have to have that thing on?"

"Oh, I'm getting quite a kick out of this," he said as he moved the water to the rolling table next to the bed.

I could hardly think as he neared me, and found myself quite interested in the pattern of his scrubs. Most days he wore a solid color, but today they were patterned with images of cars and trucks. It made me wonder if he worked with some pediatric patients as well.

Nurse Yummy leaned over and gently whispered in my ear, "Are you ready to begin?" I gave a slight nod before he began by gently picking up my hand and slowly washing it. I watched closely as he ran the sponge gently over the back before taking care to wash each finger. As he finished he moved his hand to my wrist, and gently turned so my hand was palm side up. He re-wet the sponge, and without wringing it out very much, touched the warmth to the inside of my wrist. The warmth seemed to spread through my veins, and I gave a small shudder. Nurse Yummy leaned over and murmured in my ear "Is the water too cold?"

I gulped and croaked out a quiet, "It's fine." The control this man had over my senses was amazing. I felt frozen with incredulity as I enjoyed him washing both of my arms. He then pulled up my hair and secured it with a clip.

"May I?" he asked simply after rewetting the sponge, and indicated the tie of my hospital gown. The heat increased on my face at the suggestion, and I gave a quick nod so he would continue. He moved the sponge from the base of the back of my neck, gently up to my hairline in an almost sensual movement.

The sound of the door to the room opening behind the curtain broke the bubble of our private sanctuary. The sound of orthopedic shoes squeaking against the sterile floor made me ready to attack whoever was an idiot enough to interrupt my time with Nurse Yummy. I heard the snap of a pen being opened, followed by the irritating sounds of a marker on a whiteboard. Then to make matters worse, a shrill nasally voiced tried to sing-song a greeting of, "So, how are we doing today?"

Now, maybe it was all the preparations I made, maybe it was how much I was wound up with nerves, or maybe it was the head injury, but I just couldn't help from muttering, "We're irritated that you're cramping our style," under my breath.

Apparently it was loud enough for Nurse Yummy to hear though, because he simultaneously took a sharp intake of breath, and tightened his fists sending a stream of water sliding down my spine.

I gave a little yelp of surprise and arched my back, instinctively moving away from the unexpected wetness. As I moved my focus from the curtain to Nurse Yummy, I found him inches from my face, looking directly into my eyes. For a moment, it seemed as if he might lean in and kiss me, but then the spell was interrupted by the nurse with the frizzy brown hair and irritating voice. "Well, what is this? Bella, you must be feeling like finally getting rid of that stink from lying around in bed all day."

If looks could kill, she would be a little pile of ashes on the floor from the laser beams shooting out of my eyes. I was pleased that instead of backing away from me in disgust, that Nurse yummy seemed irritated by her as well. That was definitely a good sign. When he spoke the irritation was obvious in his voice, "What do you need, Jessica? Her vitals were checked less than an hour ago, and we're kind of in the middle of something here."

"Oh, Teddy," Jessica scolded flirtingly, "Don't be silly. I'm the nurse on the board this evening, I can do that for you."

I heard the heart monitor respond as my pulse jumped at the thought of missing out on something I had looked forward to all day. Fortunately he cringed and glared at her before he said in a tight voice, "We're fine here, thank you."

In my head I was doing the dance of joy. Nurse Yummy wanted to get back to… wait, did she say, "Teddy?" My mind raced at the thought. Teddy wasn't a normal name for a guy; it was more often a nickname. He was a rather large man, maybe it was Teddy as in teddy-bear, with the emphasis on bear, or would that be bare? Umm … Wait where was I? Oh yes, or it could be a shortening or variation of his actual name like Theodore or Ted. I was a little frustrated by the fact that Jessica knew more about him than I did; Although, Nurse Yummy didn't appear to be thrilled with Jessica calling him "Teddy."

Jessica pouted, yes, actually pouted before asking, "Well, do you even have permission to be doing that?"

"Yes, Jessica," he stated with clear exasperation, "It's been approved and set up. You can go now."

Jessica looked over at me and huffed before turning on her squeaky orthopedic shoes and stomping out of the room.

Nurse Yummy waited for the sound of the door clicking shut before turning back to me and asking, "Now, where were we?"