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The Night Shift
by
SheWhoWrites
I was shattered at midnight and really didn't know how I was going to keep going until nine, when I was due to go home. This was the third night shift I had to work in a run of seven. and I was not having fun. At least, I thought, as I headed down the empty corridor, I didn't have to do this again for a couple of months once this week was over.
I found a phone, and dialed the number that was flashing on my bleep. Someone at the other end picked up.
"Hi, this is Ellie, House Officer on call," I said.
"Hi Ellie," said the female voice, "can you come to Clifton Ward? A few jobs for you."
"Sure, be there in a few minutes."
I hung up and yawned. Probably just menial tasks that the nurses could do if they wanted to. Hurumph.
I made my way through the maze of corridors to the ward, where the lights were off apart from a dim one around the nurses' station. When I got to the desk I saw the list of tasks for me. Mr Hitchcock needed a new cannula. Various patients needed fluids written up. Re-write a drug chart? No, that could wait until tomorrow, when the usual team were back.
I went into the clinical room and got the bits I needed for the cannulation, then I found Mr Hitchcock in a side room, lightly asleep.
"Mr Hitchcock?"
Groan.
"Mr Hitchcock, it's the doctor. I need to put a needle into your arm so you can have some fluids."
The elderly man looked at me sleepily. "What's wrong with the one I have?"
I looked at the Venflon in his right forearm. The skin around it was red and looked angry. "That one isn't working any more."
"Isn't it? Oh, alright then." At least I wouldn't have to persuade him. He obviously just wanted to go back to sleep.
I put my tourniquet on his left arm just below the elbow and tapped his skin so that the veins would come up. I was anticipating a difficult job but a vein appeared fairly easily, so I decided that would be the one. I disinfected the skin, snapped on some gloves, and got the cannula out of the packet.
"Ok, Mr Hitchcock, nasty scratch now."
He hardly flinched as I pierced his skin with the needle and didn't move as I advanced the cannula into his vein. I suppose he was used to it -- he'd been in hospital for a little while. I released the tourniquet, dropped the needle into the sharps bin and flushed the cannula. The small saline bolus passed easily, so I taped down the cannula and bade Mr Hitchcock goodnight.
Back at the nurses' station, I sat down to write up the fluids, checking the blood results of the relevant patients on the computer in front of me. Nothing too tricky. I had a look at the drug chart that needed re-writing but it didn't need to be done until the morning, so I left that behind.
As I was leaving, I passed a tired looking nurse who, I guessed, was the one who had bleeped me.
"I've done those jobs, apart from the chart, which can wait for the team in the morning. Is there anything else here?"
"No, not for now. We'll let you know if anything comes up."
"Okay, thanks," I smiled, "see you later."
Back out in the corridor, I decided to head for the doctors' mess. No-one else had bleeped me, and I'd been round most of the wards to see what they had for me. Might as well put my feet up for a bit while it was quiet. As I turned a corner, I saw Zara, my Senior House Officer, walking towards me. She smiled when she saw me.
"Ellie, did Clifton Ward call?"
"Yeah, I've just been there."
"Good. They bleeped me, saying they wanted me to do cannula, but I told them call you."
I rolled my eyes. "Thanks for that."
Zara winked at me and grinned. "I knew you appreciate it. No, I would have done it, you know, but I had to go upstairs. Patient dropped her sats, so I go and see that."
"Ok, no worries. Is she okay?"
"We got her stable. The Reg is still there, but I must go to A&E."
"Do you need me?"
"No, not for this. You look tired, go and rest for a bit. I call you if any problem."
"Cheers Zara. See you later."
She walked on, towards A&E. I looked on for a moment or two, just because I knew I could get away with it. Zara was stunning. Ever since I'd started working on the same firm as her I'd been quietly besotted with her. She had beautiful blue eyes, blonde hair that was always in a ponytail at work but still made her look so sexy, and she smiled often, which always made my heart skip a beat. And she had such an amazing figure, which she certainly knew how to dress. Zara was from Poland. Even her accent drove me wild.
But she had a boyfriend. I never said anything to her about what I felt, although she knew I was gay. She was my immediate senior; I found her to be the best SHO I'd worked under in my short career, and not just because I was biased. She was always friendly, keen to teach and generally help me out, and never seemed to take out her frustrations on anyone, even when I knew she was stressed. We worked well together, and enjoyed each other's company, so I kept my thoughts to myself.
I turned on my heel and continued on to the mess. When I got there it was empty, but the TV was on, showing the late night news. Nothing terribly important seemed to be going on in the world, so I switched it off, put my stethoscope and bleep on the table next to me and lay down on the sofa.
About an hour later I awoke when I heard the door close. I opened my eyes and saw that Zara had come in. I swung my feet off the sofa and she sat down.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," she said.
"That's okay, I was just dozing. Anything happening?"
"No, A&E is almost empty now. Thought I come and see what you are doing."
"Not a lot, as you see."
"So, you dreaming? Not of me, I hope."
I looked at Zara, wide-eyed. "What?"
"What, you think I don't know? I'm not stupid."
I was still half asleep, so my brain wasn't moving very fast. "What do you mean?"
"Like earlier. I can see when you look at me when you think I am not looking. I know what you are doing."
"That's ridiculous! I mean..." I was struggling for words.
"Is it? That would be shame. Because you are also very... good."
I tried to speak, but unformed words stuck in my throat and wouldn't come.
Zara lifted her stethoscope away from around her neck and placed it on the table next to mine. I noticed she was leaning quite close to me. She was often pretty tactile, but this seemed different.
"What are you saying?" I managed to ask.
"Shhh, we don't need to talk now." Zara leant in closer and kissed me gently on the lips. I hardly moved, although I could hear my heartbeat loud in my ear. She pulled away again and looked me in the eyes. She was smiling, but looked more intense than she usually did. I leant towards her and kissed her back, opening my lips slightly and softly exploring her lips with the tip of my tongue. Her mouth opened a little, allowing my tongue to just enter and meet hers. At first my movements were tentative, but as my confidence grew and Zara opened up to me our kiss grew in depth and passion. I shifted my body so that I was leaning more over her now, and I had one arm around her, pulling her body into mine. My hand found its way underneath her top, and I gently started to caress her skin, which was firm yet silky. I thought about how long I'd been imagining this to myself, wanting to touch her so badly, and now it was happening and it felt amazing.
Zara had one arm around my neck and the other against my back. Still kissing her, I ran my hand up her stomach and against her breast, feeling the soft fabric of her bra and her flesh straining against it. I could feel that her nipple was hard, and I wanted to feel it against my tongue. She seemed to be having similar ideas, and didn't object as I pushed her top up, exposing her bra, and undid it. The garment loosened enough to be moved up and out of the way, and at last I was able to drink in the sight of Zara's naked breasts. They were as I'd imagined -- large enough to be a handful, small enough not to cause a danger of suffocation. I teased her erect right nipple with the tip of my tongue and she writhed around beneath me, trying to push her whole nipple further into my mouth. She was too delicious to hold out, and I obliged by sucking it in between my lips. Zara let out a long, low groan of pleasure.
For fairness' sake, after a short while I transferred my attentions to Zara's other breast. Her hands were in my hair, guiding my head to wherever she wanted me and ensuring I stayed there. While I toyed with her pink nipple with my tongue I started to unfasten her trousers. She moaned her approval of this, and allowed me to pull them right down. I removed her underwear at the same time, leaving her exposed pussy directly below me and, judging by the musky scent to the air, ready for my imminent attention. It did not occur to me for a moment that anyone else might come into the mess, and I'm not sure I'd have noticed if they had.
Having thoroughly feasted on her breasts, I returned my lips to Zara's mouth and engaged in another long, deep kiss, before making my way back down her body, my tongue barely leaving her skin as I did so. As I got lower, her legs parted, until I was hovering just above her waiting clit.
"Please, Ellie, do to me... yeesssss."
The first taste of Zara's soaked pussy was a delight -- and the way she squirmed as I ran my tongue all around the folds of her sex made me wetter myself. I began by focusing on her clit which felt hard under my tongue, as though it was straining for my touch. I lapped hard against it and Zara groaned deeply; I could feel her hand in my hair again and she was evidently keen that I carried on as I was. Against my chin I felt that she was becoming wetter still, and I moved my tongue downward and pushed it a little into her sex. She felt so tight, and I wanted to explore further, so having sated my hungry tongue with her juices, I returned my mouth to her clit and pushed an index finger slowly into her.
This brought about an even more positive response and, feeling her open up ever so slightly, I added a second finger and gently began to suck on her clit, which by now was completely engorged. Zara's moans became louder and I could see that she had her head tilted further back and her eyes almost closed. Her expression was one of submission to pleasure, and as I built up a thrusting rhythm inside her, her grip in my hair got stronger. I ran my tongue firmly around her clit and alternated this with sucking harder as my fingers plundered deeper into her hot pussy. Zara became very vocal and was making words that I didn't understand, Polish no doubt. I took it as a good sign and worked her faster.
Suddenly all her muscles tightened, her head and shoulders lifted off the sofa and she went absolutely silent, though her mouth was open wide and her eyes screwed shut. I tried to keep my actions going as much as possible, though the vice-like grip her legs now had around me made this difficult. Some seconds passed until she relaxed and fell backwards, moving her pussy away from me as she did so.
I raised myself up onto my elbows and looked at her. Zara was panting, but looked very content and was grinning widely at me. I couldn't help but smile back. My hand was covered in her cum, as was the lower part of my face, but that really wasn't a problem.
"Is that what you had in mind?" I asked, cheekily.
"No," she said, "that was even better. Now, take off your shirt. I want to see you."
I unbuttoned my shirt, which had miraculously avoided any of Zara's torrents of cum, and threw it over the back of another chair. I felt a little self-conscious, sitting before her in my bra, but that quickly evaporated when she pulled me to her and kissed me again.
"Next," she said between kisses, "you have to remove trousers. Because it is my turn now."
I smiled again and obliged, letting my trousers fall to the floor. I really hoped no-one else would come in, but at the same time I felt strangely drunk on what was happening so decided to just go with it. Zara pulled me close again and kissed me once more, her hands roaming all over my mostly-naked body. When she brushed close to my pussy I gasped quietly, and she noticed.
"Okay," she said, "I don't think you want to wait, do you? Lean over the couch."
I nodded, kissed her again, and knelt on the sofa, leaning my upper body against the back rest. Zara got up from her supine position and placed herself behind me, her hands going along my sides and underneath, so she was cupping and kneading my breasts against her palms, through my bra. I felt her run her tongue down my spine and it sent shivers all the way through my body. When she pulled down my knickers so that they were around my knees I was so desperate for her touch against my clit that I thought I might explode.
When she did touch my clit at last, it was Heaven. I thrust myself back at her hands, and she responded by rubbing my clit between thumb and forefinger and making me sigh with pleasure. She ran her other hand up my inner thigh and started to play with my opening at the same time. I was willing her to enter me but she did not immediately oblige, instead teasing me with her fingertips. I was so desperate to feel her inside me it almost ached, but at the same time what she was doing to my clit was divine. Zara's lips were against my lower back, and every so often I felt her gently biting my skin there.
At last she pushed three fingers deep into my pussy. It felt amazing and I pushed back against her, trying to encourage her to go as deep and as fast as she could. I was so wet and so aroused that I needed her not to hold back. She didn't. More and more quickly she was thrusting into me, my whole sex enveloping her fingers as she continued to rub my clit which by now felt on the verge of exploding. My breath was now coming in short gasps and I was so close.
Zara pulled back and added her fourth finger, before driving forcefully into me again, and that pushed me over the edge. I was so full and having so much of her hand inside me, so exquisitely, caused me to cry out with pleasure as my pussy contracted around her. Wave after wave coursed through my body, until my clit became over sensitive and I couldn't take it any longer.
I fell sideways onto the sofa, pulling away from Zara's hand and panting heavily. "Fuck me," I muttered incredulously.
"I think I just did," said Zara, and I smiled.
Now I became aware of where we were and the chance of being walked in on, so while I wanted to enjoy the afterglow, I realised I had to make myself decent and probably quickly. Zara must have had the same thought, and we grinned at each other while we grabbed our clothes and hurriedly dressed. Once she was presentable again, Zara lent in and kissed me tenderly.
"I want to stay here," she said, "but there are things I must do. But I see you later on? If you want?"
"I'd love you to. More than you know," I said, smiling back at her.
She picked up her file and headed out of the door, glancing back at me as she left. I went into the bathroom and rinsed my face, not quite believing what had just happened. My bleep had remained quiet throughout and I was now physically exhausted, so went back to the sofa, lay down again and closed my eyes.
Later, but I don't know how much, I was woken by the familiar `beep-beep'. I groggily read the number, forced myself up off the sofa, and picked up the phone. It was the Medical Assessment Unit, and they wanted me to come and admit a new patient.
I hung up, stretched, and smiled to myself. I was still thrilled by the night's earlier activities, and set off for MAU with a spring in my step.
About half way there, I saw Zara in the corridor again. She was heading for the mess.
"Where you going to?" she asked.
"MAU, someone to admit," I replied, trying to read her expression.
"Oh, ok," she said, "well, I'm going to go to the mess and sit down for a bit, so I might see you later."
"Sure, yeah..." I said, slightly puzzled. I wasn't expecting her to be different with me in the hospital, but there was not even a hint of acknowledgement of what had happened. "Have you been busy?" I asked.
"Oh yes, so busy. I have hardly stopped all night."
As I continued on my way, it occurred to me that I'd dreamt the whole thing. Sudden disappointment filled me. "Ellie, you idiot," I muttered to myself under my breath. I had really believed that what had happened with Zara and I was real. That was remarkably stupid of me. Be realistic, I told myself.
I wandered down the corridor to MAU, but as I did so I caught sight of myself in the window looking out onto the dark night. Something wasn't quite right. I looked closer, and saw that two of the buttons on my shirt were not done up.
Perhaps...?