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Beth made her rounds from room to room like a zombie. Working on seven hours’ sleep achieved in, at best, thirty-minute increments over the previous two days, she struggled to put coherent thoughts together.What thoughts she did have were more like visions. It was as if a drone version of her exhausted mind was looking down upon herself, lying naked in the soft sheets of her own bed, eating Hagandaz from the carton, watching the Bachelorette. Meanwhile, her actual self walked around in the most boring hospital show ever made. The closer her shift came to an end, the less she could think of anything other than non-hospital food and her vibrator collection.“My god, let this shift end!” She shouted into her own head as she entered room 686. She grabbed the Anadolu Yakası Escort chart and looked upon the poor guy in front of her. He had been here since before her shift began, a victim of a fall on a construction site. He had apparently hit a lot of stuff on the way down. That had saved his life, but broken his body.Bandages covered his head except for his mouth and one eye. His right arm was in a full cast. His left was propped up due to a broken clavicle, and his wrist was wrapped due to a severe sprain. Both legs were in casts, and his chest was bound tightly, so that his several cracked ribs had a chance to heal. In all her visits, he had never been awake. The trauma, combined with an IV drip of painkillers, Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan ensured he was sleeping most of the time.“This can’t be right,” Beth said out loud. “Surely they changed your catheter more recently than eight hours ago.” Beth pulled back the sheet and lifted the patient’s gown.“Oh, my, god,” Beth said. “That is a UTI waiting to happen.” She poked her head out onto the floor. It was two in the morning. There should be the floor RN, an LPN, and a medical assistant. There was no one. “Fuuuuuck. Four years of college; four more of medical school, and a half million dollars in debt … and I’m changing fucking pee bags like an orderly.”The bag was nearly overflowing, and the medical Escort Anadolu Yakası tape had been left in place for far too long. As she pulled it off, the patient startled. For the first time, she saw his eye open. It was a brilliant blue.“Hi,” he said. “Thank you.”“Of course, sir,” Beth said. “Let me clean you up a bit and we’ll get you back to sleeping and healing.”She tore open an antiseptic sponge and put warm water in a stainless steel bowl. With a fresh pair of gloves, she washed the patient’s groin and penis.“You’re a very puitty nurth,” the patient slurred. He had apparently lost a tooth in the fall. Or, perhaps, it was the pain meds. Beth smiled and did not bother to correct him. At that moment the patient’s penis began to grow. In her zombie state, Beth watched it without reaction. And then, it grew some more.“That feelths good,” he said, “I haven’t been able to touch it for dayths.”Beth should have stopped, attached a fresh catheter bag, and moved on. Instead, she actively stroked the quickly hardening member. The patient groaned in apparent pleasure. What the fuck am I doing?

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