<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>Patient Vanessa Golding aka Miss June, Bed 9, Nurses Kate and Amaya...</em></span></span><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=96105.msg4212726#msg4212726">Quote from: Zillah on 02-02-2011, 23:00:49</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Kate, with Amaya and ‘Miss June’ at Bed 9</strong><br/><br/>Kate glanced over at Amaya as she came over to examine their new patient. The new nurse looked slightly flustered, but not hurt, or angry … just a touch confused. <em>Good,</em> Kate thought, unable to control the wicked grin crossing her face. She’d half expected Amaya to run off crying and screaming like a little prude. The fact that she didn’t maybe meant the sexy thing played for both teams, or would at least consider it … and if that was the case, Kate wanted first dibs on molesting her in a broom closet somewhere.<br/><br/><em>Wonder if she smokes reefer,</em> Kate mused. <em>Or if she’d like to try it. Maybe I’ll invite her up on the roof with me and Mox, when it’s time for our first break … that could be fun.</em> Her grin grew bigger as she felt Amaya’s fingers lightly touch her thigh. <br/><br/><em>I’m going to <strong>love</strong> eating her out …</em><br/><br/>The grin vanished, though, as Mrs. Golding sat up in bed, clearly agitated. And calling herself “Miss June” for some inexplicable reason. Kate glanced over at the chart that Amaya had picked up … <em>no, she’s definitely Miss Golding,</em> Kate thought. <em>Headaches, broken … oh.</em><br/><br/>“I’m sorry, Miss June, we were looking at the wrong chart,” Kate said quickly. She rushed over to ‘Miss June’s’ side, before the woman could get fully out of bed. “June’s such a pretty name. And yes, of course, you can go … just as soon as we check a few very quick things.” <br/><br/>Kate gently gripped the woman’s legs, seeing if she could swing her back up onto the bed, but mostly wanting to stop her from getting up. “Um, we need to check your arm, in particular. Miss June, can you tell us how you happened to hurt it?” Kate smiled warmly at the injured woman. “And can you tell me your first name? Doctor’s handwriting, you know how sloppy it can be … I couldn’t quite make it out on your chart.”<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The young woman looked at the nurse in confusion. She could go but not now? Check her arm? She blinked a few times and then glanced down at her arm, knowing it was broken and knowing it was healing, but not remembering why it had happened.<em>Oh now, she's nice though, she knows miss June should be miss June, she wants to help. Miss June can ask her.</em>She settled back in the bed and her shoulders sank a little. Big eyes gazed emptily at each nurse in turn and then she shook her head softly.<strong>"Miss June doesn't need to tell you a first name. Miss June is all right now."</strong>She hummed quietly and just turned her eyes away when the nurse asked about what happened. She had no answer to that. She lay back onto the pillow and closed her eyes, humming the same little tune, and rocked her head slowly from side to side.