Head to the Hospital...Look they can't all be winners.

Swapping your shirt and hopping into your car you decided it was best to get this hospital visit over with. Unfolding the piece of paper from Brie you looked at Haley’s work schedule you should have enough time to conveniently run into her before her shift starts. Slotting the Lexus into drive you headed out.

The drive over was short but enough to stretch your Lexus’s legs. While you were thankful for the car you did wish Brie could have picked it out instead of Lilly with her focus on safety rather than fun. Pausing you thought about Brie’s Blue Corvette stashed in the garage. If you scored a date with Haley you’d have to see if Brie would let you borrow for a night again like she did with Savannah.

A grin on your face, you hopped out of your car and headed inside of the hospital. The entire way up to the fourth floor you found yourself imagining the various scenarios and responses you might end up in with Haley. Even Doctor Strangeing it to a couple timelines where you end up married.

Catching yourself you looked up at your reflection in the mirrored ceiling of the elevator.

“You are living in the future again” you muttered to your reflection.

“Remember what happened last time.” Your mind flashed a fleeting image of Savannah.

“No more” You promised to yourself.

Inhaling deeply you fiddled with your keys focusing keenly on their physical characteristics grounding yourself in the present.

After a minute or two the number four in the elevator placard lit up with a soft squeak and a couple of bounces the elevator came to a stop and the two steel doors slid open. Stepping out you found the floor to be dreadfully dead.

Seriously you could hear a Jiminy Cricket fart in this place.

Walking past the three patrons in the waiting area to the reception area. You found two nurses huddled around an old Dell monitor.

The nurse sitting in the chair by the computer a Latina. You tell by her beautiful honey complexion and the series of Spanish swears flying out of her mouth at breakneck speed. As she stood up you caught your first real glimpse of her and boy howdy was it a good one. About 5’7 or 170cm she was absolute knockout. A fairly busty girl you guessed her breasts were a bit more than a handful (an assumption you would gladly test). But they were perky as all get out. Either her surgeon was an apprentice of god or her DNA bioengineered the world’s best sports bra. You gladly watched as she continued her argument with the other nurse enjoying every gentle bounce of her perfect breasts.

Although there was another asset competing for your attention. If her breasts were sex, her ass was drugs and fuck, you had a hard time choosing between the two. Even in the shapeless seafoam green scrubs she wore you could easily make out her lovely heart-shaped bottom. She could probably crack a walnut between those wondrous glutes (another assumption you would gladly test.)

Ever the gentleman though you had to admit her face was the best of all her features.

Yes you were serious.

While her body exuded sex, her face screamed cuddles.

High cheek-bones and a pointed jawline you could easily lose days holding her head in your hands staring into those precious steaming hot-chocolate colored eyes. The hardest decision you could foresee would be choosing to kiss her plump rose petal lips or her cute celestial nose.

Fuck the girl could steal your kidney and you’d still come back for seconds.

Gawking at her brown hair with blonde highlights twisted into a messy bun with a pencil. You thought back to Eva and realized you may have a hair bun fetish in addition to a fetish for buns you could make messy.

Butts, you were making a butts joke.

Watching the little Latina spitfire continue her argument with her coworker. You now less distracted by her beauty (although still distracted overall) realized her frenemy was no slouch either.

The first thing to catch your eye was her pixie-cut pastel pink hair with cheek-length bangs pinned back by a set of thick black-rimmed glasses. Behind them a pair of Jade green eyes rimmed in black eyeliner that brimmed with voracious hunger or dangerous over-confidence you couldn’t tell.

Below her right eye was a pair of silver studs each dotted with a small sapphire.

Which accented the silver bull ring dangling from her nose.

Which complimented her gunmetal snakebites.

Which went with the choker around her neck.

Which matched the barbell running down her chin.

Geez, this girl had wears a lot of jewelry.

Your mind momentarily drifted to all the potential piercings hidden beneath her sesame street scrubs.

“…Kinky.”

Of course like any good rocker she had the ink to match her metal.

You quickly lost count trying to make out all the individual tats making up her sleeves. But scoping out her arms you did see some fucking tight biceps hiding below her ink.

She had a slender build but if those biceps were any indicator she was packing a fair bit of muscle on her.

“Death by Snu-Snu” you chuckled to yourself

Noticing their argument still hadn’t died down you decided you might as well make your move now before things escalated.