Next Morning!

The next morning, I dragged myself into the hospital with that fresh ache from last night's release. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as I clocked in, my scrubs hugging my curves and the ever-present bulge that had drawn so many stares.

My cock hung heavy between my legs, semi-hard just from the memory of Lena's fingers, the way they'd traced my shaft like it was something precious rather than a secret to hide.

I scanned the nurses' station, spotting her ponytail swaying as she charted notes, but when our eyes met briefly, she looked away fast, cheeks tinting pink. Awkwardness hung in the air thicker than the antiseptic smell, her usual warm smile replaced by a tight-lipped nod.

Throughout the morning rounds, it only got worse. Lena handed off patients to me without her steady voice, just quick mutters and averted gazes. Once, as we passed in the hallway, her shoulder brushed mine, and she jerked back like I'd burned her, eyes darting to the floor where my bulge shifted visibly under the thin fabric.