You try to put the gown back on.

It feels strange sitting there, your bare ass against the plastic of the wheeled chair. It's not really all that different than sitting on the examining table, but for a lot of reasons, it feels much more exposed out here. You realize that anyone walking by could see how little you're actually covered, and you decide that maybe it's time to put your gown back on.

Of course, that's easier said than done. You've worn this paper gown longer than it was probably meant to be, and the way you scrunched it up to cover yourself left you with a wrinkled, wadded up mess of a garment. As much as you would love to fix it while keeping it over your crotch, a few minutes of futile, tedious work tells you it's not happening. You glance to the right, then the left, and seeing no one around, you place the gown on the counter and begin smoothing it out.

You're actually getting it to a familiar shape when a door opens to your side, and as another nurse steps out of a room with another patient. You don't think to replace your gown before they've noticed you and made their way over to the nurses' station; you panic, and keep your hands firmly on the gown as you slide as close to the desk as you can, concealing yourself. Seeing your bare upper half, the patient, this time a girl a bit younger than you are, with dark skin and and braided black hair, seems pleasantly surprised. The nurse seems amused too, though her brow creases as she approaches you. With your bare torso and the gown in front of you, it doesn't take much imagination to understand that you're not wearing much. You hope they think you've at least got underwear on...

"Excuse me sir? Can I ask what you're doing out here like this?" The nurse is drinking in your expression as you clear your throat to answer.

"Uh, yes. It's not exactly my idea to be out here like... this," you gesture to yourself and the nurse smiles, the patient giggling next to her. "The doctors had me switch rooms earlier, and apparently there was a mix up."

"What kind of mix up?"

"Well, uh," it's paining you a bit to have to say it out loud, "my clothes seem to have been misplaced." You turn a deeper red as the faces of the two women light up, and to your surprise, you feel your penis twitch under the table. "I'd really rather be in one of the examination rooms," you explain, "but it seems like they're all needed right now." You crane your neck to the room the two women just came out of, and the nurse seems to notice you looking.

"Well, unfortunately I don't think I'm cleared to say you can take that one, but, I'll tell you what..." In the midst of the conversation, you removed your hands from the gown, and you feel the weight of this mistake as the nurse picks it up off the counter.

"Thats-"

"You really did a number on this huh? Flimsy things," you watch as the nurse balls up the gown, your heart sinking. "Why don't I get you a fresh one? It'll just take a minute, and it's the least I can do while your, um, 'mix-up', gets sorted out."

"Actually I'd really like-" The nurse either doesn't hear or doesn't care that you're still talking, as she continues on down the corridor to your left. This leaves you naked behind the nurse's station, pressed as tightly to the counter as you can manage, while the young woman in front of you leans on the counter, looking back over her shoulder at you every so often to smile. You hope one of the nurses comes back soon...