Bed Seventeen
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On Ward F, the men are broken, bandaged, and mostly too embarrassed to even think about sex. Mostly. Bed seventeen is different. He’s the kind of patient nurses warn each other about—mouthy, shameless, and far too comfortable with his own body. She knows she should shut him down and move on. Instead, she can’t stop replaying the way his voice went low at 3 a.m., or how his hand moved under the thin hospital sheet. When jealousy flares and boundaries blur, one “vitals check” in the dead of night turns into something else entirely—a quiet, clinical, devastatingly controlled unraveling.
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“The hottest reclamation of female power I’ve read in ages.”
“This story takes every tired trope about “the pervy patient” and flips it on its head. But why I really love this story is because how amazing is it to read about a woman step fully into her power and let the other person deal with the consequences of underestimating her?! So satisfying :)”
Deliciously disturbed
I SCREAMED“I’ve heard some horror stories from other nurses, of course. Tales of patients - male patients, always. Not all men but always a man, right? - with weird kinks who get bored in their beds and have nothing better to do than to harass the staff being paid to look after them. But on Ward F it’s usually fine.
I’ll spare you the grisly details about exactly what sorts of cases we look after here, but let’s just say we see men who’ve had surgery in… let’s call it intimate areas, shall we? Most of them are in pain, dealing
Deliciously disturbed
Gah that was hot“I reached up to the plastic dispenser on the wall, pumped lube onto my gloved hand. On this sort of ward you do internal exams a lot, and there’s lube by every bed. I’d never considered before what other uses that might get put to, in the quiet dark hours when everyone else was sleeping.
“I’m going to perform a quick exam,” I said.”
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