In the sterile, cold halls of the hospital, a woman named Isabella roamed. Her long, wavy auburn hair flowed down her back, a stark contrast to the plain white scrubs she wore. She was a nurse, and she took her job very seriously.
One night, as she was making her rounds, she entered a room to check on a patient. The man, a tall and muscular specimen named Ethan, was lying in the bed with a broken leg. He was a construction worker, and the accident had left him with a cast and a foul mood.
Isabella approached the bed, her small breasts bouncing slightly beneath her scrub top. She greeted Ethan with a warm smile, and he couldn’t help but feel a stirring in his loins.
