Mitch’s face was deep into Chelsea’s cleavage as she stumbled under the full weight of his body. “Well that’s a little awkward!” I said as I pulled the needle out and threw it down on the exam table. “Um, ya. No kidding!” Chelsea’s face was flushed with embarrassment and likely partially from the adrenaline rush. Mitch’s respirations sounded like loud snores from…

The dude with tats was terrified of needles? It made no sense. It happens! “Can I use your garbage can?” Mitch asked.With stealth speed I grabbed the garbage can and slid it under Mitch’s face as he leaned forward. My timing was perfect and so was Mitch’s aim. I grabbed several paper towels and ran…

I took the proffered vial from Mitch’s hand. As I grabbed it I felt the cold clamminess of his skin. Just looking at Mitch made the hair on the neck of my neck stand up and sent a tingle down my back. It made me shiver in my wet clothes. As an ICU nurse I…

“Can I get some antibiotic cream from you then?” Chelsea sighed and rolled her eyes. It made me feel like I was the one causing her the inconvenience. I had to remind myself that Chelsea was frustrated with the situation and not me. “Sure thing. Let’s go up to my office Chelsea and I can…