Emergency Operation

I am a newly registered nurse who’d recently volunteered in the ER of a government hospital. One late evening on the graveyard shift, I found myself alone in the ER with another volunteer nurse—a dusky guy with a fine physique and a nice goatee that turned me on. Blame the smell of the ER or the boredom of the night, but we just found ourselves looking at each other then suddenly giving it a go at one of the beds there. We were exchanging fluids when the ambulance siren blasted in the air. Damn, just as we were on the edge, a bleeding patient comes in. The ER doctor came and assessed the bleeding. He noticed a red cloth near the patient and, the situation being an emergency, he got hold of it to stop the blood flowing. Ooops! It was my thong. The doctor noticed it too but the situation just didn’t call for an undie check—he threw it in the waste bin. For the next 12 hours on duty, it was windy between my legs!
J, by email
ILLUSTRATION BY CHESTER OCAMPO