Whispers in the Hospital

In the sterile, cold confines of a hospital room, a woman named Isabella lay in her bed. Her raven hair spilled out across the white pillowcase, her small breasts bare and perfect in the dim light. She was recovering from a surgery, her body weak and vulnerable.

Dr. Samuel, a tall man with a kind smile and a gentle touch, came in to check on her. He had always found Isabella to be an attractive woman, but he knew it was unprofessional to think of her in that way. Still, he couldn’t help but feel a spark of desire as he looked at her naked body.

Isabella, sensing his gaze, looked up at him and smiled. “Dr. Samuel,” she said, her voice soft and sultry. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

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