Get someone to help

Leanne couldn’t believe the doctor had just left her like that. She looked down the old man. His mouth was drooling and her breasts were all slick with his saliva. “Hey!” she called out. “Is anybody there? I need some help here.”

There was no response, which Leanne realised was probably for the best given her compromising position. She’d have a hard time explaining have this fragile pensioner overpowered her. Especially when she was the only one who could repeat the story.

She eased herself out from under Mr. Lawrence’s body and surveyed the damage around her. First she discarded her shredded underwear before covering her chest with the ripped top. She had just slipped the old man’s shaft back inside his pants when she heard a voice behind her.

“Oh, poor Mr. Lawrence,” Leanne turned around to see one of the female staff members with a sad look on her face. “I was only sat chatting to him yesterday afternoon. It looks like he went happily though. I haven’t seen him with a smile like that for a long time.”

Leanne stood up and she noticed the worker’s gaze shift to her ruined top. “He grabbed my top as he fell,” she lied. Holding the garment tight around her bare breasts.

“No worries. We’ll have to get you something else to wear. Back in a moment.” The woman disappeared again and Leanne was surprised when she returned a few minutes later, not with a spare top as she expected but with a wheelchair. “We better take him down to the morgue.”

Leanne didn’t like the sound of either ‘morgue’ or ‘we’. Then she remembered about Dr. Williams and his medication. “What about Dr. Williams?” she asked. “Shouldn’t he check on him? He gave me some pills for Mr. Lawrence and then… This happened.”

“Unfortunately the medicine doesn’t always work,” she replied. Ignoring Leanne’s concerns. “Dr. Williams will check him in the morgue. Actually…” The woman pulled out a tablet and pressed a few buttons as she stared at the screen. “I need to be getting on. Is it okay if you take Mr. Lawrence to the morgue? I know you’re only a volunteer but I have a lot of work to finish with other patients and it’s getting late in the afternoon.”

Leanne really didn’t want to do that. She didn’t even want to go with the woman, but alone was something even worse.