Doctor's Origins

Late at night, Dr. Marshall finishes rounds and drags her exhausted resident Bill down the hall. She barely glances back as he drags his feet. They hit the last room, two beds, and she kneels to fuss with the snoring guy while Bill steals a glance at the girl in the other bed. She’s out cold, leg in a boot, arm in a sling, neck braced. Dr. Marshall gets paged back to the ER, dumps the clipboard on Bill, and tells him to check the girl’s vitals then clock out. Door shuts. Bill swallows, walks over, stares at her tiny body under the loose gown. She wakes, asks the time. He tells her it’s early, says he’s there to check on her. Helps her sit up, jokes nervously when she gripes about sharing the room with a stranger. She wants the neck brace off for a minute. He steps behind, unstraps it, peers down the open back of her gown. Naked. He rubs her neck while she sighs, tells him about the car wreck, her useless boyfriend, the broken foot, sprained wrist, whiplash. Nineteen years old. He’s sweating now. He spots the bath kit, shuts the door after making sure the other patient’s out, tells her he needs to give her a bed bath. She’s skeptical a doctor’s doing it, but he plays it smooth. Helps her out of the sling, gown, boot. Gloves on, he wets a cloth, lays it over her eyes “to relax her.” Then he peels one glove off, strokes his hard cock between wipes, inching closer to her pussy. Asks to spread her legs. She says okay. He works the cloth over her lips, then slips two fingers inside, wiggling, telling her it’s just a quick internal check. She twitches, cracks a joke about finally getting some action. He keeps stroking. Tells her he’s worried about her low cervix, sells it as possible damage from the wreck. Needs a vaginal probe—his cock. She agrees, stays quiet so the other guy doesn’t wake. He fucks her slow, careful with the boot and sling, shifting her into different angles, always framing it like medical necessity. When he’s close he pulls out, shoots on the sheet, wipes it fast. Grabs the douche from the kit, squeezes it inside her swollen pussy, watches the water spill out. Tells her everything’s back in place, no injuries, she’s good to rest. Slides the gown on, fits the boot, helps with the sling, leaves the brace off when she asks. Says get some sleep and slips out.