Inside her room on the third floor, Leah paced. Slowly, rhythmetically, counting her steps as she moved. First wall. Turn. Second wall. Turn. Over and over again. She was aching, deep down in her womanly core, her muscles trembling. She needed to find relief, and soon, but until she was visited, nothing could be done.<br/><br/>Settling down, in a corner, Leah curled up in a ball and stared at the door. Breathing rough, she dug her nails into her arm, not enough to draw blood, whimpering. Soon, so soon, someone would come help her. Hopefully. Soon. So soon.<br/><br/>__________________________________________________<br/><br/><br/>Dr. Ellen Bowers patrolled the second floor, wondering who she should visit. Her day was oddly free, leaving her with little to do. Perhaps she would give someone a surprise visit. She wasn't supposed to do that, but sometimes, she would. Ellen liked her job, loving the sex, but sometimes she hated the rules. She was the dominant one, she liked to be in control. Sadly, here she had to listen to her higher-ups.