Sarah had always been a free spirit, with her long, wild hair and petite frame. She was a fiercely independent woman, unafraid to take on the world with her fierce determination and quick wit. But when a sudden illness left her weak and vulnerable, she found herself in a hospital bed, surrounded by the cold, sterile walls of modern medicine.
It was there that she met Jack, a young doctor with a warm smile and gentle touch. He was the perfect balm for Sarah’s weary soul, and she found herself drawn to him, despite her initial reservations.
One night, as Jack was making his rounds, he found Sarah sitting up in bed, her long hair cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall of gold. She was naked under the thin hospital gown, her small breasts bare for all to see.
“Sarah,” Jack said, his voice low and soothing. “You shouldn’t be up. You need your rest.”
But Sarah couldn’t rest. She was restless, her body yearning for something more than the dull ache of her illness. She looked at Jack, her eyes pleading.
“Please,” she whispered. “Help me.”
