Inquire

You blink twice to make sure you’re not hallucinating. Your eyes beat your mind before you can stop yourself from ogling Hemlock as she sleeps. You feel the twitch in your cock and know instantly that preventing that is a lost cause. You instead take detailed notice of her state on the bed. She’s similarly covered only by a thin white robe and a sheet crawling up to and stopping at her stomach.

As she faces you, completely unaware of the predicament she’s presented as, you first glance up to her hair, slowly turning back from its white color to its regular brown. You do not, however, linger on the hair long before you move onto the curves outlined, and not outlined, by her robe. Your first observation lies in her chest, where her right breast sits right on top of her left as she lays sideways toward you. The upper of the two is only mostly covered, the white fabric only extending just past the nipple. Her left, caught between the bed and a soft place, is completely exposed to air. You assume the other side of the robe fell down due to gravity and a loose tie on the belt. You wander farther down to where her lower half is covered by the thin blanket, leaving all but the precise shape of her legs and ass to the imagination. Taking a final glance at the practically nude woman, you note her exposed left breast, cleavage, most of her pale stomach, and the mere lines drawn by her almost useless cover.

Despite the opportunity to memorize the literal nude figure of your surprisingly attractive teacher, you decide to make yourself aware of your surroundings. You get back to sitting up. You can see the room much better. It’s not spacious per se, but it’s certainly no faculty elevator for what it was worth. You see a mess of health related equipment scattered on the counter and two clipboards on top of a moveable table, a rolling stool beside it. You don’t have to figure that you’re in the health office, especially when you read the nameplate next to the door, reading: “S. Halperin.” The nurse: Sarah Halperin, or more commonly called amongst your peers: Mrs. Pill. You knew her daughter, Rachel, fairly well once and so were familiar with the name and face.

As if the fates had waited for your realization, the door was clacking as it unlocked and began to creek open. You laid down a bit more, still upright enough to view the whole room and hold a conversation. As you should’ve expected, the only person to enter the room before locking the door right behind her was Mrs. Pill herself. “Oh, you’re already up. How do you feel?” She started off immediately. You didn’t feel inclined to do the same.

“Dandy. What’s going on?” You said, nearly skipping over the question entirely.

“Dandy…. Dandy how?” She clicked her pen and picked up one of the two clipboards. She stared back at you, either oblivious or avoidant of your boner half peeking through the robe and sheet.

“Look, can you just tell me what’s happening here?” You ask impatiently.

“I’ll answer all your questions once you answer mine. Let’s start over, how are you feeling?” She seems ready to write down your every word.

*Sigh* “Well, I’m not burning. Cooling down, actually. You’re aware of where I was?” You clarify, wondering if what you were saying was making any sense to her.

“We’re finding out right now.” She answers. “But generally, I get that you suffered heat exhaustion.”

“Ok. Well… yeah, I’m not overheating as much. I mean, I’m not comfortable either, but I gotta get there somehow.” You continue.

“Right. And any headache, nausea…?” She scribbles down notes, breaking her eye contact.

“No.” You shake your head. “Just adjusting to waking up somewhere that isn’t condensed at 500 degrees.”

“Ok. And with that adjustment…, are you experiencing any strong emotions?” Halperin looks back up at you.

“Strong emotions?” You ask for clarification, confusedly.

“Anger, confusion, lust, you know….” She lists.

“N-no.” You say, honestly sure that what you’ve got under your robe isn’t lust.

“Good. Now that I’ve got most of my information, what do you want to know?”

“What am I…. What are we doing here?” You refer to yourself and Hemlock.