You apparently gained the power to make women's eyes all swirly and make them suck your dick. Chances are, you should keep tabs on people you do that shit to. Good idea.
You leave the room. The hallway's barren, nothing but sleeping patients in their rooms. You take off at a brisk walk, still working the soreness from your muscles. The middle of the hallway has exactly what you need: the floor's desk and work schedule.
You slip behind the empty cubicle and immediately study the schedule on the wall, a dry-erase board with patient names, room numbers, assigned nurses, and their times. There's not many staff around tonight... and it looks like Nicole will end her shift in 15 minutes. She's down in the ER preparing the room for the morning rotations.
You hit up the elevator and quickly descend to the 2nd floor, feeling your cock twitch a little at the memory of her deeds. Does she remember it? You doubt it, but at this point, you're not sure what to think of anything anymore.
The doors slide open and you stride down the rooms, approaching ER Room #4. A glass window in the door displays her from behind once again - and in a different set of scrubs. Yellow.
You slam your way into the room, and the blonde nurse shrieks and whips around, a tray of instruments clattering to the floor. Her expression locks up when you make eye contact.
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