Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse by Lily Harlem

the curtain and a swish of leather, she was gone, her high heels clicking into the distance and melting into the noise of the department.
    Carefully, I secured the privacy of the cubicle again.
    Mr Bale gave an audible sigh.
    ‘Are you OK?’ I asked, resting my hand over his. He was a nice-looking guy, a sprinkle of freckles over his long, straight nose and a strong chin that held a hint of pale stubble.
    ‘Not really, but a bit better now I don’t have to listen to her caustic remarks.’ He shook his head. ‘That’s all I get these days. Is it any bloody wonder I go to the lengths I do to get a bit of pleasure?’
    ‘Well, you do realise this search for pleasure has landed you in a rather precarious situation, don’t you?’ I said gently.
    He shrugged miserably and averted his pale-blue eyes from mine. ‘I know, but I couldn’t help myself.’
    ‘Do you mind if I examine you now?’ Javier asked, snapping on a pair of gloves.
    ‘Go ahead, doctor, feel free.’
    ‘I’ll take this blanket off then,’ I said.
    Beneath the blanket he was naked. His knees were together and bent, his backend sticking out.
    ‘I’m just going to take a little look,’ Javier said. ‘OK?’
    ‘OK.’
    Javier tugged Mr Bale’s uppermost buttock.
    ‘Good, there is no bleeding so that is an excellent sign,’ Javier said, tipping his head.
    Mr Bale groaned and shifted.
    ‘No, keep still,’ I said, resting my hand on his knee.
    ‘Keep very still,’ Javier repeated and applied some lube to the tip of his middle finger. ‘I am just going to have a feel. Do not bear down. The last thing we want is for you to clench.’
    ‘Easy for you to say,’ Mr Bale said, squeezing his eyes shut and wearing a look of absolute concentration. His lips turned snow-white he was pressing them together so hard.
    Javier furrowed his brow in concentration and looked at me. ‘It’s pretty high up but I think it’s intact.’
    ‘Good,’ I said calmly.
    ‘It’s a screw-in,’ Javier said.
    ‘Oh.’ Did that make a difference? I didn’t think so. ‘That’s good then.’ I gave a small non-committal shrug.
    Javier gave me a look. One that Mr Bale couldn’t see but said what a total crackpot we’ve got here.
    I gave another small shrug. He was, but our patient obviously had his reasons. And who were we to judge?
    ‘Right,’ Javier said, withdrawing and snapping off his gloves. ‘I’m afraid there is only one option and that is surgery. There is no way we can risk it coming out naturally. Chances are it would reach the sphincter and shatter. That would mean a colostomy, which I am sure you are keen to avoid.’
    ‘Yes, absolutely.’ Mr Bale nodded frantically. ‘I definitely don’t want one of them bag things.’
    No, of course he didn’t. How would he get his jollies then?
    I covered him back up with the blanket. ‘Doctor Garelli will take very good care of you, Mr Bale.’
    ‘Please, call me Tristan. Everyone does.’
    ‘OK, Tristan,’ Javier said. ‘Now I need to go and organise a theatre and the consent form, so I will leave you in Nurse Roane’s capable hands.’ Javier flicked off the tap and grabbed a paper towel. After tossing the towel in the bin he walked up close to my side.
    Again his scent enveloped me. I couldn’t help but be impressed by how tall and broad he was and the sexy way his dark hair licked the collar of his white coat.
    ‘And while Tristan is in your very capable hands,’ he said quietly, ‘will you get a psych history for me?’
    ‘Sure,’ I said, resting my fingers on his arm. It wasn’t my job to get a patient history but I would do the basics for Javier. ‘Shouldn’t be a problem at all.’
    ‘Great,’ he said. ‘I owe you one.’
    ‘Mmm, I guess you do.’
    He narrowed his eyes and appeared to suppress a grin. ‘I’m not a man who likes to be in debt.’
    ‘Good, because I don’t like waiting for what I’m owed.’
    He chuckled then exited the cubicle.
    A warmth spread in my belly.