A fellow doctor

Claire squirmed a little, her back against the wall, looking around awkwardly. Was there really nothing better to do than expose the back of her panties to the wing?

The curtain suddenly drew open; Claire squealed, hastily straightening her gown.

It was a doctor; she'd worked with him a couple of times. She made sure she was facing him, her back to the wall.

"Claire, what are you doing wasting time?" he said. "We're short on everything, including people, come on."

"O-ok," she said. "Could you bring me some spare scrubs? A patient ran off with mine?"

"Claire, what-" he began, then shook his head, sighing. "Never mind. There aren't any spares, didn't you hear me? We're low on everything. Including gowns for that matter, give that here, we can hand it to someone that actually needs it."

He stepped closer; Claire squeaked, hastily taking a step back.

"I, uh, I can't," she said. "I- she- um, she took my scrubs, under this I don't, um-"

He sighed.

"Be a professional about this Claire, there are people that are actually hurt that need it more than you," he said. "Get your priorities straight."

She squealed again as he reached forward, grabbing the front; she tried to cling onto it, but she didn't dare hold too tightly for fear of tearing it. Ruining the gown wouldn't help anyone.

But without that, it was quickly pulled off her arms, yanked out of her grasp and into the doctor's.

Cheeks burning, Claire hunched over, arms in an X over her chest. Oh god, she was in her underwear! She was at work, with nothing but her bra, panties and shoes on, and fuck the curtain was open.

The doctor rolled his eyes.

"Stop playing around and get back to work, Claire," he said before turning around, taking the gown with him.

Panicked, Claire stumbled to the curtain and hurriedly pulled it shut again, far too aware that half the room would have just seen her in her bra and panties. God, they felt so inadeqaute as cover.

And he wanted her to work like this?! Was he serious?!

Yes, she wanted to help people, but at the cost of humiliating herself?

She looked down at her body, her substantial cleavage being the first thing to draw her eye. Damn it, it wasn't like there was a single bra out there that was remotely decent on her.

And with no scrubs, and even no gowns, where was she supposed to get clothes?!