Just Wait for Janet to Come Back with the Doctor

You sit down on the hospital bed, and begin scrolling through your phone. Nothing too interesting going on, just a funny thing on the college meme page.

“Yes, so we’re going to require an additional sample,” the wisened voice says, and then the door opens to reveal a kindly old man in a lab coat. “Mr. Knight, how lovely to see you again! I hope everything’s fine.”

“I feel marvellous,” you say, “Janet’s taken great care of me. And you have too, of course, doctor.”

Janet beams at you, and the doctor glances at her, his eyes wrinkling. “I see that the two of you have gotten along quite well. Well, let’s get to work.”

With that the doctor nods, and takes the clipboard that Janet passes him. He runs through some basic diagnostic questions - how you’ve been feeling, any symptoms, any pain, the same questions that you’ve had to answer during your stay in the hospital.

“Well, everything sounds alright to me,” the doctor says. “We’re just going to need a stool sample from you to make absolutely sure that there’s nothing left of the parasite in your system. Can you get it to us sometime before Friday night? Janet will take care of the details.” He gives the hot nurse a hard look, and then leaves the room, waving you goodbye.

“Damn, complimenting me before the doc? Bold move,” Janet says, sitting down on the bed next to you.

“Hey, you were the one who got me through this whole thing. The only thing that I had to look forward to every day was your touch,” you say. You realise as the words come out of your mouth that you may have gone too far, but Janet covers her mouth as if to hide a smile.

“Thanks,” she says. “About the stool sample… It sounds kinda gross, but just poop into this container and fill out the labelling - it’s pretty self-explanatory, time, name, that kind of thing,” Janet says, handing you a small plastic box with a sticker-form stuck on its side. “Oh, and do try to come in on Thursday, ‘cause I’ve got classes Friday and won’t be around.”

“Oh, you’re a student at Stonewall!” you say, surprised.

“Hmm..? Oh yeah, you didn’t realize? Do I really look that old to you?” Janet says, laughing.

You give her a good luck up and and down, taking the chance to admire her tits and figure despite the scrubs. “No, you’re just very… accomplished, for a student.”

“I try my best,” she smiles. “Unfortunately, that means that I have more patients to see to. See you around!” She gives you a quick hug and the ghost of a kiss, and then leaves the room before you can quite react. Sitting in the room with your little box, you realize you have a chemistry class to get to.

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