In the sterile, white halls of the hospital, a woman with long, flowing hair wandered the corridors. Her name was Sofia, and she was a nurse at the hospital. She was a woman of petite stature, with small, perky breasts and a nude-colored scrub suit that did little to hide her curves.
One night, as she was making her rounds, she came upon a patient who was still awake. His name was Ethan, a tall and muscular man with short, cropped hair. He was a soldier who had been injured in the line of duty, and he was now confined to a hospital bed.
Sofia entered Ethan’s room, her hips swaying gently as she moved. She approached his bed, her eyes filled with concern. “How are you feeling tonight, Ethan?” she asked, her voice soft and soothing.
Ethan looked at Sofia, his eyes taking in her nude-colored scrub suit and the curves that were barely hidden beneath. He felt a stirring in his loins, and he knew that he wanted her.
“I’m feeling much better now that you’re here, Sofia,” he replied, his voice low and husky.
