Night Duty

NIGHT DUTY

Chelsea DeYoung is a registered nurse who works for St. Thomas Medical Center. She is thirty-five and has been a nurse for eight years. When she first hired on to St. Thomas she was assigned to the night shift, like most new nurses.

Unlike most nurses, Chelsea liked the night shift. It was mostly quiet with no visitors or doctors around disturbing the patients by bossing around the nurses. There were ten rooms in the ICU where she worked. They were mostly short-term stays and there were usually only five or six occupied at any one time.

The hospital didn't want a patient to stay in ICU for any longer than necessary. Everyone that worked in that unit was paid higher than the rest of the hospital staff, and the longer a patient stayed there, the higher the risk of unwanted outcomes. The hospital HATED unwanted outcomes and did everything they could to avoid them. Normally, a patient wasn't there more than a few hours before they were moved to a regular room. In rare cases a patient might be there for a few days before they could be moved. Chelsea hated having these patients, not just because they brought more doctors and specialists into her ward, but because she didn't want them to suffer anymore than they had to. Many times, there would be family and friends that had to wait in the waiting room, not knowing why their family or friend was being held. She knew the doctors weren't always upfront with the families, and she had to be careful what she said to them.

By then, Chelsea was the highest-ranking nurse in charge of the nurses on the ward. She had requested to stay and not move to first shift when she had the opportunity to do so. The hospital and her co-workers were surprised. She never explained why she wanted to stay on the night shift, and the hospital didn't ask. It was always one of the hardest jobs to fill, and having a competent nurse running the ward at night made them breath better. They would promote her and leave her alone.

There had been a couple of special cases that she watched over. One was Mary Beth Williams, an eighty-five-year-old woman who was the mother of a board member. She had cancer surgery a couple of weeks ago. They believed they had gotten the cancer, but she was reacting badly to the surgery and medications. The hospital kept her there to show the board member they were taking "the best care" possible for his mother. He only came to see her once in a while and she was a confused, lonely old woman. Chelsea spent many a night at her bedside, attempting to calm her and help her get to sleep.

The other long-term patient was Randall Watson. He was thirty-nine and had been in a car accident. His injuries weren't considered life-threatening, but when he came out of surgery, he didn't wake up. After a couple of days, it was apparent something was wrong.

What surprised Chelsea was his length of stay. Normally, he would have been shipped to a long-term facility after a few days. The fact he was still there after three weeks made Chelsea wonder. She was beginning to think there may have been a mistake during his surgery. Money is the only determinative factor in what the management of the hospital did. This man had only his basic insurance. They normally only cover ICU for a day, no more. Why he was still here, she didn't know. The only thing she knew for certain; it wasn't the good heartedness of the board. There was no reason given on his charts for his still being there, or what he was suffering from.

Other than the continuing of the revolving daily rooms that she would sometimes not even meet, these two were the only "regulars" in here care.

She learned from one of the surgery nurses that he was suffering from postoperative cognitive dysfunction from the surgery. The nurse whispered something about a mistake by the anesthesiologist, but that was only a rumor.

In other words, he never woke up from the surgery. These types of cases are very rare, but they can be deadly. Loss of memory and confusion are usually the result of this, even if the patient finally wakes up.

Chelsea decided she was going to help her two "regulars" as much as she could. She began reading and giving Mary Beth warm baths before bedtime. She made sure she rolled her over and got her out of bed, even if it meant Chelsea had to lift her out of the bed and "carry" her around the room as she "walked" around. Anything to give her a little hope. Her son didn't come much, and there was no one else left.

For Watson, she bathed him daily and made sure his tubes were operating properly. She also read to him, and, on the nights they were his only patients, she would spend most of the night with him.

He was a handsome man, but he had no wife or friends that continued to visit him. Only his parents, and they were becoming more and more desperate as the days dragged by. They came during the day, so Chelsea never saw them after the first night.

One night, while she was bathing him, he suddenly had an erection. This wasn't that uncommon, but the sight of his seven or eight inches standing up on a sleeping patient did give her pause.

Chelsea knew she was alone, and before she knew what she had done, she began stroking him. It was lightly at first, but he soon began leaking the pre-cum and she became more excited. She stroked his penis until it fired into the room. It was a healthy amount. Maybe he had been saving it up, but she wasn't thinking about those terms. All she could think about was what she had just done. Many nurses jerk off a patient, either to calm them down, or because they liked the patient, and he had been nice to them.

As she cleaned up the mess, Chelsea decided she just felt sorry for him, and it was an automatic reaction, nothing really personal. She was just being a good nurse.

She went to Mary Beth's room to find her asleep. Nothing else to do for the rest of the night, so she returned to Randall's room.

She sat on the edge of the bed and read him the sports page of the paper. She then read him some of the front page. She decided that night that she was going to help this man wake up.

Every couple of days she shaved his face. Every day she brushed his teeth, gave him a bath and read to him. She began talking to him like he was there. She would carry on complete conversations by answering for him sometimes.

It was a week later that he had another erection. This time, there was no hesitation. She calmly jerked him off as she said nice, sexy things to him.

The third time, instead of just jerking him off, she leaned over him and put him in her mouth. She had NO idea why she did that, but it seemed like the next thing to do. She enjoyed sucking on his dick, and in her mind, he was enjoying it too. When he came, she decided not to have a mess to clean up and swallowed his load. It would be easier that way.

She then cleaned him up, thanked him for his "deposit" and left him alone.

A pattern developed that she was careful not to think too hard about. For the next two weeks, every time he got hard, she sucked his dick until he ejaculated.

She had rationalized all her actions so far, but when she climbed on top of him and inserted him into her, she knew she had crossed the Rubicon. She would lose her certificate if anyone found out about what she was doing. It just seemed to be the natural course of events to her. Her mind would never admit it to her, but it was like having a big male sex doll.

To the administration, it would be "raping" an unconscious patient. She put that out of her mind the best she could. She knew, if she stopped, no one would ever know. That is, unless Randall woke up and told what she had done. She was sort of confident he wouldn't do that. If he was truly unconscious, he wouldn't know. If he was somehow in there and aware of what she was doing, she couldn't imagine he wouldn't be enjoying being fucked by a woman who was pretty with a good body. She considered herself a seven or eight. She knew she had never been a ten, but she knew how to satisfy a man. That had never been her problem. She had dated several men. She just had no patience for the average twenty-somethings she had met in her earlier years. By the time she had reached her thirties, she had pretty much given up on her own age and had started dating men in their forties. Even then, most were either arrogant, or too timid or burned to have a healthy relationship with.

Besides, she was considering this as part of her job. She was trying to ease her patient's discomfort. Whatever it was, it was comforting her mind as she began climbing onto him each time she found a hard dick sticking out under his blanket.

This went on for several months. Mary Beth finally died, and Chelsea was down to one continuing patient. There were now rumors of a mistake during surgery. There was a talk of a settlement with his parents that would pay for a long-term facility. He was the highlight of her night. She began massaging his member, even when he wasn't hard. She would be able to get him hard most days and she enjoyed fucking this unconscious man as she talked dirty to him as she did it.

It all changed after five months. When she came in, he wasn't there. She checked with the daytime staff. They were all talking about him. He had awakened that morning. He didn't know who he was and was unclear of how long he had been out.

Now that he was awake, his parents insisted the hospital pay for the best rehab care available. Since they were still in negotiations with their lawyer, they agreed quickly, and he was moved to a highly regarded rehabilitation center.

Chelsea was devastated. She had to pretend she was happy for him. She WAS happy for him. She hoped he would recover enough to have a real life. She just knew her life would never be the same.

Talk around the hospital about the unconscious man went away. They all had current problems every day. Chelsea dropped back into her normal role. The patients were there one night, and she never saw them again. She would look at their charts before she went in to be able to call them by name, but she forgot them as soon as she left. She knew she would not be back there most nights.

In the fall Chelsea was met by the head day nurse when she arrived.

"Have you heard? The unconscious man is coming back to visit us. He wants to thank us for taking care of him for five months."

"Has he regained his memory and senses? That would be nice for him to be able to continue his life." Chelsea had a bad feeling in her gut. If he had regained his memories, she hoped he would not blow up her career.

Chelsea waited with anxiety in her heart for a couple of hours. He had specifically requested to meet his night nurse. That told her she was in trouble. If he remembered her, he probably remembers some of what she had done to him.

The caravan of people finally showed up around 9 P. M.

The head of the hospital was leading the pack. "Miss DeYoung, let me finally introduce you to Randall Watson. Mr. Watson, this was your night nurse."

He smiled and put out his hand. "It's... nice to meeeet you."

The head of the hospital spoke up. "His speech is still not where it will be. He hadn't wanted to wait before coming back here."

She smiled her best smile. "I'm so happy you woke up. I'm sure you will have a complete recovery." She took his hand and held if for a moment before shaking it.

He asked to speak to Chelsea alone for a minute. Everyone finally stepped back and she led him into an unused room.

"Chelsea, Chelsea. Thanksss for... doing what... you did... for me... I can not.... talk now, but...." He reached out and hugged her carefully. She tried to not knock him over as she hugged him. She could see he was still very unsure of himself. He smiled at her and she helped him back to the group. They led him away and Chelsea was at least happy he had not told anyone what she had done. She might never see him again, but she felt confident his therapy would restore enough of his abilities for him to have a reasonably good life. She smiled and went back to work.

The next several months went by uneventfully. She forgot about Randall and went back to her life before him.

It was Monday of Thanksgiving week and Chelsea was trying to make arrangements to go home to her parents' house. She turned around at her station to see a man walking down the aisle towards her. As he got closer, she realized it was Randall. He seemed to be walking normally, and he smiled as he approached her. "Hi Chelsea, remember me?"

She stood still, in shock. "Of course I remember you. I figured I would never see you again."

"I'm hurt you lost faith in me so quickly." She frowned. "I'm kidding, don't be mad. I must tell you something I have not told anyone else except my attorney. Please sit down." She fell into her chair behind her computer. "A week into my coma, my mind began waking up. It slowly improved until I could think. I still couldn't move a muscle, but I was aware of my surroundings."

Chelsea felt a chill run down her spine. He KNEW what she had done to him and not told anyone about it. Why? "I.. I don't understand. Why did you not turn me in?"

"Why do you think? You took the time to read to me, to talk to me like a normal human being instead of a stiff in a coma. You did it for months. You bathed me, you took care of me, and then, you began "relieving" my pent-up sexual emotions. I'd scream every time I had an erection, knowing I could do nothing about it. The first time you took me by the hand and relieved my frustration, I cried in my soul. It made me even more determined to wake up. I wanted to talk to the woman that gave me the strength to fight back against the darkness. When you took me in your mouth, I thought I'd die from happiness. I began willing myself to wake up to thank you, to take you in my arms and return the joy you were giving me."

By now Chelsea was crying. She had always wondered if he was in there. She had always hoped he could enjoy what she was doing.

He just held her and let her cry it out. When she had calmed down, he looked into her eyes.

"Chelsea, would allow me to take you to dinner tomorrow night?"

All she could say was "Yes."

He kissed her on the lips and said, "I know tomorrow is a day off for you. We will go somewhere quiet. I'm sure there are a lot of questions you must ask me. I can talk now, I can walk now, my mind is returning to me. How about 7 P. M.? If you would give me your address, I'll pick you up."

During dinner, Randall answered all of Chelsea's questions and told her about his recovery. When his lawyer had explained to the hospital lawyer about him being awake inside, the settlement couldn't have come quicker. He wasn't rich, and may never work again, but he had what was left of a million dollars after taxes and the lawyer.

After dinner Randall took her home. She knew he wasn't leaving. She wanted to fuck this man when he was awake. She had dreamed of this for months while she worked on him. Now was her chance to have him repay her in the only way she wanted him to.

When they arrived at her apartment building, she just told him to come in for a "drink". He smiled and followed her to her door. He turned to close and lock the door. When he turned back around, she was removing her clothes as fast as she could. He smiled, picked her up when she was down to her underwear and headed for the door she was pointing at.

He sat her down on the bed and smiled. "I guess there is no suspense with you. You've seen me naked for months and played with my body many times. I think it is my turn to play with yours? What do you say to that, Miss DeYoung?"

"I say you don't know how many times I fantasized about you waking up in the middle of me riding you and turning me over and riding me. Please don't make me wait any longer. I need you to ride this bitch, now, until you're satisfied. No matter how many times that takes."

He smiled, made her stand up, and removed the last of her clothes. She then climbed onto the bed and spread her legs. She lost count of how many times he took his "revenge" that night, but she lost count at four.

They finally fell asleep in a tangle of arms and legs. She woke up before him and decided to return to where she had started and moved down his body until she was at his crotch. She woke him up just in time to enjoy the explosion in her mouth.

They lay together and talked about what they would do next. Randall asked if he could meet her parents, and she quickly approved. They headed for the showers and got dressed.

Chelsea called her parents to inform them she was bringing her boyfriend with her. He smiled when she said that. It was done.

Until their dying day, they enjoyed telling the story of how they met. Of course, they left out the fun stuff, especially to their kids.