The Night Nurse SeXStoRY

When you work in a hospital every once and a while you'll get a patient who finds a way of rooting themselves in your mind, for me that patient was Henry Shea. Henry had been sick for a long time but lately his condition was getting worse. He had no f****y to speak of so it fell upon the other nurses and I to spend as much time with him as possible. We'd chat about life, experiences and things we regretted. During one conversation Henry said: "One of my biggest regrets is dying a virgin." His statement hit me like a ton of bricks, of course why hadn't I seen it before. I had caught him checking me out every so often but never thought much of it until his reveal. He had been sick since he was a teenager, in and out of hospitals with no time for any social life. I couldn't leave his room quick enough. I found myself in the bunk room, a tiny room where nurses and doctors take naps in between shifts. I sat there in the dark crying until the door opened. It was Jane, another nurse. "You alright, you've been in here for twenty minutes?" I told Jane of Henry's statement, of the regret in his eyes and she stood there and smiled. "I think I know someone who can help with that." she said. "Have I ever told you about Amber?" "No, who's Amber?" Amber was Jane's upstairs neighbor. They'd see each other in the elevator, exchange pleasantries and be basically neighbors. "How does this help us?" I asked "Amber's a e****t Tamara." "You wanna hire an e****t for Henry?" I asked "Better her than some Herpes riddled streetwalker!" I knew Jane was right, if only Amber would go along with it. "Sure I'd be happy to give the boy a proper send-off." Amber said without missing a beat. "But..." She added. "How am I gonna get in?" I hadn't thought of that, how to you sneak a professional call-girl into a hospital so she can have sex with a terminally ill virgin? It's not exactly something they cover in class. "Oh I know!" she said enthusiastically "I have a nurses outfit." She ran to her closet and brought back a white latex number with a big red cross on the front. "Yeah we don't wear stuff like that." I said motioning to my scrubs. "However it gives me an idea." "Just act natural." I said as Amber and I entered the Hospital. I reached into my purse and grabbed my security badge along with Jane's who was hiding out in the Hospital Starbucks. I handed Amber Jane's badge and we slipped past security with no problem. Amber and I walked side by side to room 515, Henry's room. "I'm not so sure about this anymore." she said. "Why, he's not contagious or anything." "Talking about it is one thing, but now we're here and it's something else entirely. "Ok if you want out just...just go." Amber turned to the exit then stopped. "Tamara?" she said. "I think you need to ask yourself why you care so much for this patient. You were willing to hire him a hooker." I stood there long after she had left, mulling over her words. I had heard of the Florence Nightingale effect, of nurses who fall in love with patients and never put much stock in it. But Amber was right, I was in love with Henry. I slipped into Henry's room and saw he was awake and watching tv. "I hoped I'd see you Tamara." he said, his face beaming. This amazing young man, facing his own mortality still managed to smile. I walked over to his bed and lowered it. "Am I going somewhere?" he asked. I pressed my finger to his lips and slid into the bed with him. I still remember the touch of his hands on my skin, his gentle unsure kisses on the nape of my neck, the almost giddy sounds he made as I mounted him. He placed his hands on my hips and i whispered. "Let me teach you." The look of contentment on his face filled me with glee, then I felt it. A small spark traveling up my spine, a warm shock to the system that I had never felt before. The shock caused me to instantly collapse on him. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Nothing." I said straining for breath. "It's something great." I had been having sex since my highschool boyfriend and I fooled around on my 18th birthday and never once felt anything like that. The waves of warm elation washed over me and I let out a loud moan. In my haze I had forgotten to stifle my voice but after a minute no one came. Henry looked up at me and his eyes beamed an unspoken "Thank you". He reached up and touched my face and I fell into him. We just laid together sl**ping in eachothers arms until my shift was over. Henry left the Hospital a while later, for hospice care the kind of place where people go to die. Two months passed and I knew I was pregnant. The test only confirmed my suspensions. I was having Henry Shea's baby and I couldn't tell anyone. The months just flew by and I found myself admitted to my own hospital. Even with my f****y there I had never felt more alone. The delivery was hard and took it's tole on me. But when they placed my baby in my arms I couldn't get over how much she looked like you, same bright blue eyes same blonde hair. When she's old enough I'll tell her of her father, of a man whose infectious spirit and inner light made me regain my faith in love.