In the sterile, cold halls of a hospital, a woman named Isabella lay in her bed. She was a vision of beauty, even in her weakened state. Her long, dark hair spilled out onto the white pillowcase, and her small, firm breasts were just barely visible beneath the thin hospital gown. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the pain and fear that consumed her.
A knock on the door startled her, and she opened her eyes to see a tall, handsome man standing in the doorway. He was dressed in scrubs, and his name tag read “Dr. Marcus”. Isabella’s heart fluttered at the sight of him. She had always had a weakness for men in uniform.
“Good morning, Isabella,” Dr. Marcus said, his voice deep and soothing. “I’m here to check on you. May I come in?”
Isabella nodded, her throat dry. She watched as Dr. Marcus approached her bed, his eyes taking in every inch of her. She felt a warmth spread through her body, and she couldn’t help but feel a little bit excited.
