Broken leg

Mike saw his left leg in a cast and sat dumbfounded. He lay back down, and noticed something...

"What happened to my clothes?" He asked.

"Oh, its standard procedure to remove your clothes for ease of treatment. We usually leave them in the closet...here. Hmm. That's odd, seems like yours aren't here. Brenda was working that shift, maybe she'll be able to explain. BRENDA!" The nurse called out the door.

In walked a gorgeous blonde nurse, the kind he had fantasies about, but never thought he would see in real life. She smiled at him and the first nurse asked about his clothes.

"Oh, I remember. You were in bad shape. Your clothes were already shredded from the accident, and we needed to put cats on your arm and leg. We had to cut your shirt and pants off. So, I'm afraid you're gonna need to call someone to bring you some clothes." She explained.

"But...what about my..." Mike asked, gesturing to his crotch, which was why he asked in the first place.

"Oh, your underwear? I think they got in the way of the cast, so they were removed too. Looks like your femur was broken, so they probably had to cut them off." Brenda concluded.

Mike lay there, only wearing a gown in front of two hot nurses. He thought he was dreaming...

"Okay, we gotta get you up so we can take your height and weight for your chart. I'm sure you understand why we couldn't before." The other nurse, who was a brunette, explained.

Mike swung his legs over the side, and both nurses held his shoulders so he could stand. It was an awkward movement, to be sure, but he was happy to be out of the bed. Brenda stood on his left and wrapped an arm around his shoulders to steady him, nearly hugging her breasts into his injured arm. The other nurse had him wrap his arm around her shoulder so she could support his weight better. As they began walking, Mike felt a draft and realized the back of the gown was open.

"Umm, can one of you cover my ass? Don't really wanna put on a show..." he said.

The nurses giggled before the brunette used her hand to grasp the gown. Mike was unaware, but she actually opened it more. As they walked out of the room, Mike saw it was a fairly crowded hospital, but very few patients. Finally, they reached the measuring station.

"Just stand on the scale, and we can also measure your height." Brenda said.

As the blonde nurse disengaged the embrace, the buttons along his left shoulder came undone, letting the gown shift as the sleeve fell to his sling. She winked at the brunette, whose nametag said "Betty". She let go of the gown, but not before untying the knot above his ass.

Mike saw the gown shift, but thought nothing of it, as they could fix it after he was done. He stepped onto the scale, and Brenda moved the height measurement guide attached to a metal rod that stuck straight up from the scale to the top of his head.

"6 feet, 3 inches tall. A hundred sixty-eight pounds." She read off.

"Ok, now to get your blood pressure. You can sit in that chair." Betty said.