Stairway to Perdition: Part 1: Barbara - Sex Stories

Stairway to Perdition: Part 1: Barbara

... third year student nurse sitting writing reports. The main overhead lights were all out, and the ward was lit only by the desk lamp. “Dr. Dawson isn’t it?” she asked, looking enquiringly at him. “The day shift said you would be coming round. I am Barbara Deakin. Norma, who is usually here, is on leave for two weeks, so you will have to put up with me until she gets back.” Drew looked back at her, quickly taking in her blonde hair, crisp tightly fitting uniform, and trim figure. She was an outstandingly attractive girl in her early twenties with blue eyes and dimpled cheeks. He was immediately captivated. “Hello Barbara,” he replied, “Call me Drew. Any problems, anything you are worried about?” “Well, yes,” she said, tilting her head to one side, eyeing him sideways and mentally noting from his body language that he seemed interested in her in ways that were definitely other than solely professional. “Mrs. Wells, the thyroid lady who Mr N did this morning is very restless and anxious. Would you come and see her?” “Of course I will.” Barbara stood up, turned and briskly led the way to a bed further down the ward, where she pulled the curtains round, and turned the bed-head light on. “Hello there,” said Drew gently to Mrs. Wells, who lay there, a middle aged lady, eyes wide open, looking rather flushed. “How do you feel?” “Oh, a bit hot and bothered doctor,” she answered, sounding rather hoarse. “Can you swallow?” he asked at once, thinking, at the back of his mind, about ...

... possible recurrent laryngeal nerve damage arising from the operation. “Oh yes, I have had a drink of cold water.” “So that isn’t a problem,” he thought silently to himself. “That’s a big relief.” “Let’s have look at the clips,” he said to Barbara who slipped off the surface dressing over the patient’s neck wound. The clips holding the incision together sat there at the base of her neck, all in a neat row and there was no obvious swelling. “Fine,” he continued, “can you sit up a second for me?” Drew listened to the lady’s chest. It was all clear, but her pulse was a bit fast but nevertheless regular. He looked at the chart and noted the rate had increased recently, and her temperature was normal. “Everything is fine,” he said, “but I think your postoperative drugs may have worn off a little sooner than we would like, so I will give something extra to relax you and help you to go off to sleep for the rest of the night.” Looking at Barbara he picked up the chart and wrote on it. “10 milligrams of Diazepam, IM stat,” he instructed verbally. “Thank-you,” replied Barbara and turning to the patient went on “I will just go and get your injection for you, and it will settle you down again.” With that they both walked back up the ward to the prep room off the corridor outside the ward. As they went along in single file, he couldn’t help noticing the neat and highly attractive female figure, swaying seductively along in front of him. Barbara went into the room first, reached round for the ...