Your balls hurt

To be fair, you're generally pretty banged up, but of you try to ignore the aching bruises, the first thing that comes to mind is a insistant throbbing from your testicles, probably from Minxy's panicked grip. Now how to convey this embarassing fact to this gorgeous audience. You look at the biker, but she seems to have made herself comfortable, leaning forward against the foot of the bed. You quickly decide that while you probably shouldn't mention the school-aged cause, you should at least mention the sympton.

You manage to explain your predicament with only minimal stammering - though you can't really tell what colour your face is during.

The nurse nods and quickly makes a note of it with her dictaphone, before turning to you with a wan smile.

"We did notice some discoloration of the area earlier.." she says and for a moment no one is leaning on or otherwise touching you and her professional demeaning nearly makes you forget where you are.. what kind of town this is supposed to be.

And just like that you're torn from the illusion as a sly smile breaks on her plump lips and she makes eyecontact with the other woman, who is starting to overstay her welcome as the conversation has moved onto more private areas.

You feel a hand on your arm and the nurse sends you an expenctant look. Like she's waiting for you to say something. You must've zoned out for a second, but she obviously reads your confusion because she repeats the question:

"Let's take a look right now, shall we?"

You blink. You're wearing a hospital gown, so from a practical standpoint it's only really a matter of moving the sheet and pulling up the gown, but it feels very sudden.. and more than that, you're painfully aware that there are TWO sets of eyes watching you currently.

You turn your gaze to the tall biker, hoping she'll take the hint and give you some privacy, but the only thing you get from her is an expression that clearly reads 'what are you waiting for'. The nurse, for her part, doesn't seem to find it strange to have this woman leaning with both hands over the foot of your bed, eyes that flash with voyeuristic glee.

Seems like if you don't want to put on a show for this total stranger, you need to tell her so.