In the sterile, white halls of the hospital, a woman named Isabella lay in her bed, her long chestnut hair splayed out on the pillow. She was a sight to behold, her small but perky breasts exposed for all to see in her nude, front-facing position. The hospital staff had given her a gown, but she had tossed it aside, not caring who saw her in her most vulnerable state.
Across the hall, a man named Jack watched her from his own bed. He was a tall, muscular man with short, dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He had been in a car accident and had broken his leg, but his injury paled in comparison to the sight of Isabella’s naked body.
