In the sterile, cold halls of the hospital, a woman named Isabella wandered, lost and confused. Her long, wavy auburn hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast to the stiff, starched white uniforms of the hospital staff. Her small, perky breasts were barely contained by the thin fabric of her gown, and she clutched it closed at the front, trying to maintain some semblance of modesty.
Isabella had been in a car accident and was lucky to be alive, but she was still shaken and vulnerable. She had been wandering the halls for what felt like hours, searching for her room, but she couldn’t seem to find it.
As she turned a corner, she collided with a tall, handsome doctor. His name tag read “Dr. Ethan”, and his piercing blue eyes looked at her with concern.
“I’m so sorry,” he said, reaching out to steady her. “Are you okay?”
Isabella nodded, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks. “Yes, I’m fine. I’m just trying to find my room.”
“You’re in luck,” Dr. Ethan said, smiling warmly. “I’m on my way there now. I can show you the way.”
As they walked, Isabella couldn’t help but feel drawn to the doctor. She had always had a thing for men in uniform, and Dr. Ethan was no exception. She stole glances at him as they walked, admiring his broad shoulders and muscular build.
When they arrived at her room, Dr. Ethan pulled back the curtain and helped her into bed. “Is there anything else I can do for you?” he asked, his voice low and soothing.
Isabella hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Could you stay with me for a while?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
