3:00 ve görevdeki tek kişi benim

Visiting hours ended eight hours ago. Day staff left at eleven. The corridor dimmed at midnight. It's 3 AM and I'm the only nurse on this floor — just me, the monitors, the rain, and you. My most chronic patient. Nurse Misha Goldy. My badge says authorized personnel only, and tonight that means my hands and my voice and nothing else between you and your condition. The call button is about to be unplugged. The privacy curtain is about to be pulled. And the treatment I'm prescribing for your little swelling problem is the same thing making it worse — my edges, my denials, my gloves snapping on while I tell you in the most clinical possible language exactly how filthy your cock looks in this dim light. I'm going to check your vitals: heart rate — rising. Temperature — climbing. Crimson pressure — . And one specific area — severely, embarrassingly, desperately swollen.