Kathryn
Reed had just turned thirty and she was a nurse, but reaching her milestone
birthday she realised she was in a bit of a rut.
She was
single and had lived alone for four years since her last boyfriend Dave got his
marching orders and although she enjoyed her job she thought she could be doing
more.
She was a
good nurse, quietly efficient, and very popular with staff and patients alike.
Kath was
tall and slim, she was also pretty but with her yellow hair scraped back into a
bun and her half-moon glasses perched on her nose she looked a bit
severe and her flat hospital shoes did nothing for her long slender legs.
But none of that stopped3 her from
being admired.
Because she had no family nearby and
no other plans she was working all over Christmas to allow the nurses who did
have families to spend it at home with them and because she was doing them a
favour they would do the same for her over New Years.
She had done it every year since she
broke up with Dave, but that Christmas she had another reason to be on duty,
because she had fallen for one of the patients on her ward in a big way.
This was not the done thing on many
levels, firstly because nurses and patient’s fraternising was a no no, and very
unprofessional, and she was very professional, the second reason was because
the patient was a girl.
Kathryn
had always been bi, but had made the decision in her early twenties to be
either fish or fowl, and she had chosen to be heterosexual, but having turned
30 with no one in her life she had decided to re-evaluate, but that was after
Christine Gallaher arrived on her ward.
She was younger than Kath by about
six years with Titian hair and pale skin and she thought she was lovely.
Kath was encouraged by the fact that
Christine’s only visitors were her parents, and as far as she could tell she
had had no romantic visitors.
Christine was only in for some relatively minor surgery and was due to go
home on Christmas Eve but it was decided to keep her in as a precaution as her
blood pressure was very erratic and had caused some concern.
Kathryn
was not concerned because she had discovered the cause of the problem, and it
was her.
She made the discovery while she was
attending to daily observations, because she very quickly realised she was
having a distinct effect on her the painfully shy girl, but Kathryn hoped she might bring her out of
herself.
Because Kathryn
liked her she took her time, the patients she didn’t like she wasted no time
with.
They chatted as she went about her
business and updated the chart, then she took her temperature, pulse and
finally her blood pressure. Kath attended to the cuff around her arm and pumped
the bulb and when she had a reading she took hold of Christine’s hand and said
“Just relax”
But the caress of her hand made her
do anything but relax and Kath knew for certain that the attraction was mutual.
“Well I think we have the cure for
what ails you” she said and smiled as she gave her hand a squeeze and Christine
smiled back and blushed.
Because the hospital always made a
concerted effort to get as many patients home as possible over Christmas there
were only a few patients left on Clementine Ward and only Kath and one other
nurse were on duty to cover it.
So there were times during the day
when the staff and patient comings and goings were almost non-existent.
Alice Franklyn, the other nurse took
her break at three o’clock on Christmas Day so that Kathryn would be able to
take hers and be back before visiting started at 4.
Christine was in a six bed bay at the
quiet end of the ward and her bed was at the far end and only one other bed was
occupied which was next to hers but Mrs George was in the bathroom.
There were no screens up around Christine’s
bed but Mrs George pulled her curtain around her bed so she could get changed in
privacy after her shower.
On seeing the screens in place
Kathryn decided to make her move as Christine may well be discharged the next
day before Kathryn’s shift began on Boxing Day.
So she decided to strike while the
iron was hot and walked briskly to her bed and brandished a sprig of mistletoe
and said
“Happy Christmas Miss Gallaher”
Then she
stooped and softly kissed Christine’s smiling lips, then again, and again until
it just became one long sensual kiss, which only ended when Mrs George emerged
from the bathroom
“I’ve been wanting to do that for
ages” Kathryn whispered
“I’m glad” Christine whispered in reply
“I have too”
Kathryn didn’t volunteer to work on
Christmas Day the following year as she had a reason to be at home and
Christine was very happy about that.
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