Carly's Story - Sex Stories

Carly's Story

Dear reader. This one's a slow burn romance. Also, there are mentions of assault and slurs against the LGBT community used, though sparingly. Thanks so much!

I stood at the charge desk, mentally preparing myself for the evening. Saturday night in a big city, you never know what will roll in the doors of the ER, and with the warmer weather, people were getting out more to enjoy it.

My shift started at 7:00PM and would run all the way until 7:00 the next morning, I'd see hundreds of people pass through the ER over the course of the night, patients, families, doctors, medics, and even police officers from time to time. I didn't know it at the start of shift, but one patient would change my life that night.

I should start by introducing myself. My name is Jason, and I'm an ER trauma nurse. I've heard that male nurses typically catch a lot of shit for their professions, but I haven't really heard much on that line. It may have to do with the fact that I stand 6'4", 225 pounds and I keep myself in great shape, lifting and swimming. The other staff in the ER like to have me around when things on the night shift get a little rowdy, because I act as a deterrent for people who show up to the hospital thinking they want to act up.

I've been a nurse for 6 years, all in the trauma department, meaning that I've seen quite a bit. I'm at the point where I'm almost desensitized to injuries, and I try not to act surprised or shocked when a really serious injury comes in.

The ...

... evening was proceeding as predicted, slow to start, but got busy after about 10PM. A mix of different injuries came in, car accidents, falls, a guy that got stabbed in the chest by a jilted lover. He got lucky, she underestimated how much force it takes to drive a knife into the human body, and the knife glanced off of his rib cage, so rather than hitting any vital organs, his skin was slashed deeply from his chest to his armpit. 62 stitches later, he was happily sedated and heading to observation for the night.

The next patient I worked on was a kid. Man, kids get me every time. I hate to see children in pain, and she was no exception. A 7 year old little girl was sitting in the backseat of a car in an intersection when it was T-boned on her side, breaking her right arm and leg. She was in terrible pain when she rolled in, and I went to direct the medics on moving her from the stretcher to the ER bed.

"Hey sweetie, my name is Jason and I'm going to take care of you and help you start feeling better, ok?" I said to her.

"O-ok..." she said through her sobs. "Where's my dad?"

"He's right next door, he got a bump on the head but other than that he's going to be ok."

She looked a little more relieved at the news, and we set to work, getting her IV and x-rays done. An Orthopedic surgeon was paged and came down to look at the x-rays, determining that she needed to be in surgery right away. He went off to the Operating Room and I returned to the little girl.

"Hey, how ...