Hot Nurse X Devil On The Shoulder

Chapter Five: Hot Nurse X Devil On The Shoulder

It took over eight and a half hours or so for Hudson to regain consciousness, and when he did, he was in another unfamiliar place.

He was groggy and his vision was like he was viewing the world through a misty lens.

He groaned as he moved, his head hurt like he'd been hit by a ton of bricks. Well, his case was worse, probably... With that guard's freaky strength and all.

He wasn't sure - about if that was the case, where he was, or anything at all.

As his vision started to clear, he realized that his hearing had also been impeded as well since muffled sounds started to reach his ears too.

"I really can't understand you. Are you really in such a hurry to die?"

This was the first complete set of words that he heard after his senses stabilized.

Turning to the source of the voice, that was trying to pin him down, he was greeted by quite the sight.

A sight that could cause the face of many to go pink, if not straight up have a nosebleed.

Looking down at him from above the bed was a young woman with pale porcelain skin wearing a black-colored nurse outfit that hugged her so tight her snowy mounds were threatening to burst out.

Moving his eyes upwards to her face, he became even more lost, dazzled by her beauty, especially being sucked in a striking pair of cyan gems she had for eyes.

He also could not help but admit that her choice of hairstyle looked good on her.

She had the left side of her black hair cut down into a low cut, and the rest of her hair was combed over to the right halfof her head.

Somehow it managed to give her her own unique charms, rather than diminish them.

"Stay down. You should get some more rest." Her voice broke him out of his daze and he couldn't help but cuss inwardly as he realized that his c*ck was actually stiffening!

'Damn it! What's wrong with me?! Why am I reacting like some hairless brat? I must be out of my mind!'

'Or mybe it's because I got hit in the head.'

'Yeah... Yeah, it has to be that. Uh-huh.'

Yeah, who was he kidding?

Sneaking a glance at the nurse that was holding up a thermometer and flicking it with her index finger to stabilize the fluid in it, he felt the throbbing in his pants intensity as he could now see her porcelain laps exposed by her sinfully short black skirt.

For a second he wondered if he was yet to wake up and was instead having a wet dream - but the pain that came from where he had been attacked prove otherwise.

To calm himself, he tried to look away. Anywhere else would be fine. Anywhere but at that agent of temptation.

Right, he was yet to observe where he was properly.

Looking around, he noticed that he was indeed in some sort of med bay like he had subconsciously concluded upon seeing that woman's outfit but, now that he looked closely, he noticed that the sick bay seemed to follow th same color code as the cafeteria he had reopened his eyes in.

Everything was white - the desktop computer, said computer's keyboard, the chairs, medical machines, trays, kits, fremes of tne television and painting (of a gorilla playing a piano) on the wall, and even the sheets on the bed on which he lay as well as the pillow case.

He actually imagined that pulling off says sheets to see a pure white mattress was not such a far-fetched scenario.

'What are you doing?'

It was at this moment that he heard a voice.

"Huh?" He turned to face the nurse but found that she wasn't even looking at him or near him.

She was extracting some colorless fluid from a vial with a syringe.

"Did you say something?" He asked, his confusion displayed on his face and in his tone of speech.

The nurse did not pause what she was doing, merely glancing back at him over her shoulder as she said;

"Don't strain yourself, ya fool. Get as much rest as you can before the time comes for you to return to the well. Can't you at least appreciate and make the best of this moment of respite?"

She didn't spare him another breath after saying her peice, before returning her full attention to her work.

In that moment, as her round butt came into view, the voice spoke to him again;

'You know what you want, so why not go for it?'

'Or are you a coward?'

'Haha! Don't tell me you're still hung up on that woman?'

'Hehe! Newsflash, hotshot. That politician went after her once you were in jail. He was not satisfied with your suffering.'

'Did you know that there was actually a secret camera live streaming your death which she watched while moaning like a whore and screaming like a pig under him?'

'And do you know what the best part is? That little child was in the same room, crying out "Papa" "Papa" the entire time!'

The whispers of the genderless voice were too much for him to bear and so he could not help but lose it.

With a trembling and furious voice, he yelled; "Shut up! Shut the f*ck up! Who the hell do you think you are?! Who are you? Show yourself now!"

With the burst of adrenaline that came with his indignation and fury, he shot out of bed to his feet and started looking around m, searching for the person.

Meanwhile, to the side, the nurse stopped what she was doing and turned to look at him with a strange look in her eyes, quickly observing him.

From her perspective, time seemed to slow down a bit and she was able to observe the most minute of details of his mannerisms and expressions.