Carly's Story - Sex Stories

Carly's Story

... hearing that Carly may have been sexually assaulted immediately put her on edge.

"Absolutely. Consider it done," she said, walking toward the curtain Carly was behind.

Five minutes later, she walked back up to me at the desk. "No go on the test kit," she said.

"Really?"

"Yeah, she said she knows for a fact she wasn't raped, and she said it wasn't necessary."

"Alright, thanks for trying anyway." I said.

"Jason... I know I don't have to tell you this, but be very easy and gentle with her. She went through it tonight, but she asked me if you were coming back." Brandi warned me.

"Yeah, I definitely will, thanks," I said to Brandi.

Walking back behind the curtain, Carly saw it was me and cracked a small smile.

"Told you I'd come back! Any new pain or anything like that?" I asked her.

"No, and my head isn't hurting quite like it was," Carly reported.

"Excellent," I said, grabbing her chart and making note of what she said. I put it back at the end of the bed and sat in the chair next to her.

"Hey," I said to her, keeping eye contact with her. She had striking bright blue/gray eyes, that even with her swollen eyelid I could tell could easily pierce someone's heart.

"I want to tell you that you don't have anything to be ashamed of or embarrassed about, ok? We just want to help you every way that we can."

"Thanks," she said to me. "I really appreciate it. I'm telling you the truth, though. I wasn't raped tonight... I'm not sure if ...

... the other nurse believed me."

"That's ok, I believe you," I said. "I brought a hospital gown for you to change into, your dress is ripped and has a lot of blood on it. I'll call Brandi back in to help you change."

"No! I mean...no, that's ok. Can you just help me?" She asked, her eyes pleading. "I'm more comfortable with you here."

"I can if that's what you want, I just wanted to give you the opportunity to have a female help you, for modesty purposes," I explained.

"It's ok... you're not going to perv on a poor injured patient, are you?" She asked me, with a small sly smile.

I laughed, and replied to her, "Nope, not me. I've seen it all!"

With that response, she gave me a quizzical look, then smiled and said, "Well, ok. It's settled. What's the best way to do this?"

I helped her get to a sitting position on the bed. As I slowly raised the backrest, she winced in pain and grabbed her side.

"Ribs, definitely bruised, maybe fractured. That'll be the hardest thing to recover from, because there's not really anything you can do but just wait for them to heal," I explained.

Carly sighed and said, "Oh, joy..."

Now sitting up, I untied the back of the gown and draped it over Carly. The gown was so big that it looked as if it would swallow her tiny body.

"So your dress is already ripped. It would be a lot easier on you to just cut it, rather than trying to have you wriggle out of it," I said.

"That's fine... I'd want to trash it anyway after ...