The Doc awaits

Arms crossed, Honey Tits looked sternly at her patient. She hated working with Elizabeth Smith, the two never seemed to see eye to eye. Having her on this case would make things worse.

“You treated the doctor very poorly Mr. Hamilton. He’s a great doctor, one you should want on your case,” the nurse said, unhappy with how poorly the doctor was treated. She wanted to make sure her patient understood.

Billy was exhausted. His awakening was a shock to his system, and he was finally realizing how bad off he was. Trying to get up, he felt woozy.

Rushing over to help him, “You shouldn’t get up, your no where near recovered yet,” the nurse responded. She immediately went into nurse mode, checking vitals, ensuring he was going to be okay.

“It’s okay Honey Tits,” he mumbled as she worked around his bed.

“Mr. Hamilton, good morning, I’m Doctor Smith,” the doctor walked in. Honey looked over at her and continued her ministrations.

“Do you two mind waiting, I need to close my eyes for just a moment,” he said, slipping into a deep sleep.

“Well, looks like we are waiting on him,” the doctor said, surprising the nurse.

“It may be a while, he was pretty out of it just now,” Honey responded.

Looking at the nurse, the doctor asked “What did he call you earlier?” she inquired.

“He calls me Honey Tits. I helped him recover a bit using my breasts, since then he’s called him that. I don’t mind, demeaning though it may be,” the nurse said curtly.

“That seems inappropriate in the **** nurse, I should have this reported,” the doctor said upset. She couldn't get her mind around what was happening, it was odd, but she was running with it.

The two glared at one another and waited. And waited. And waited. Both had to call out of work the following day as they waited in his room. Other nurses had come and gone, asking about them, but things moved forward.

Finally, after almost a day, he awoke. Both nurse and doctor were exhausted, having spent the better part of twenty four hours together.