In the sterile glow of the hospital, a woman named Isabella lay in her bed. Her long, wavy hair cascaded over the pillow like a dark river. She was nude under the thin, white sheet, her small breasts pressed against it. A single lamp in the corner provided the only light, giving the room an intimate, secretive feel.
A nurse named Claire entered the room, her sensible shoes barely making a sound on the linoleum floor. She was a tall, striking woman with short, curly hair and a confident air about her. She checked Isabella’s chart, then turned to face her.
“How are you feeling, Isabella?” she asked, her voice low and soothing.
“Better now,” Isabella replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Claire smiled, then pulled up a chair next to the bed. She reached out and gently tucked a stray lock of hair behind Isabella’s ear.
“I’m glad,” she said. “You’ve been through a lot.”
Isabella nodded, her eyes shining with unshed tears.
“Can I do anything for you?” Claire asked.
Isabella hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
“Could you… help me forget?” she asked, her voice barely audible.
Claire’s eyes widened in surprise, but then she smiled.
“I think I can do that,” she said.
She leaned in and pressed her lips to Isabella’s, her tongue darting out to trace the outline of Isabella’s lips. Isabella responded eagerly, her hands reaching up to tangle in Claire’s curls.
Claire’s hands began to wander, caressing Isabella’s small breasts and nipples. Isabella moaned softly, her back arching off the bed.
Claire broke the kiss and began to trail kisses down Isabella’s neck, her earlobes, her collarbone. Isabella’s breath hitched as Claire’s lips found her nipples, her tongue swirling around them.
Claire’s hand drifted down between Isabella’s legs, finding her wet and ready. She began to stroke and caress her, her fingers sliding easily over Isabella’s clit.
Isabella moaned louder, her hips bucking against Claire’s hand.
“Yes, Claire, yes,” she gasped.
Claire continued to stroke and caress Isabella, her fingers sliding in and out of her. Isabella’s breathing grew ragged, her moans turning to cries of pleasure.
“Claire, I’m going to cum,” Isabella cried out.
Claire increased her pace, her fingers moving faster and faster over Isabella’s clit. Isabella’s back arched off the bed, her body trembling as she reached her climax.
“Oh, Claire,” she gasped, her body still trembling.
Claire smiled and leaned in to kiss Isabella again.
“Feeling better now?” she asked.
Isabella nodded, a dreamy smile on her face.
“Much better,” she said.
Claire stood up and straightened her uniform.
“I’ll let you rest now,” she said.
Isabella nodded, her eyes already closing.
“Thank you, Claire,” she whispered.
Claire smiled and turned off the lamp, leaving the room in darkness.
“Anytime, Isabella,” she said softly, before slipping out of the room.
