Massage her

In one swooping motion, you wrap both hands around the nurse and pull her back into bed with you, beside you on the unfortunately-small gurney. Her breathing quickens and she tries to squirm away... but only half-heartedly. You grip her blouse and rend it asunder, the cheap stitching coming loose to expose her shoulders and back.

Before the blonde woman has time to react, you reach forward and grip her shoulders, flipping her face-down on the gurney, and begin probing at her back with your glowing hands. An initial muffled squeak turns into moaning, suppressed by the sheets. Her mop of hair completely blocks out her head.

You mutter something about de-stressing the work environment, but at this point you're not even paying attention to what you're saying. Your attention is focused on the slender body of the dazed nurse in front of you, as her squirming slowly subsides and succumbs to your magic touch.

You undo her bra and flip both sides off, attacking the location with vigor. Her elongated moan encourages you to pay attention to this spot.

Rolling your knuckles in some spots, pinching others, kneading, mashing, Nicole has become putty in your hands. When her sounds of joy begin to cease, you pause to grip a fistful of her hair and examine her face. Her eyes are crossed as if focusing on her nose, and a line of drool connects her to your bedsheets. Part of her hair obscures her face. She won't be waking up for a good 15 minutes, you muse.

Your dick is practically screaming "PUT IT IN HER POOPER" at this point. But there may be more to the hospital than your little room-turned-sex-dungeon, and you spy your clothes off in one corner.