The next morning, Jon opened his eyes to see a plain, white ceiling above him. Things started to focus. Something seemed wrong, but he couldn't quite figure out what. His head now much clearer, it became clear to him that he was in a hospital.
A nurse walked into his room. "Good morning Mr. Everett, I'm here to take you to the tests the doctor mentioned to you yesterday."
Jon shook his head lightly. "What tests? I have no idea what you're talking about, I didn't meet any doctor yesterday. I was in my room and then..." Jon stopped, trying to remember what he was doing.
Susan Williams was used to patients trying to avoid tests they didn't want to take, but this was an odd tactic. She quickly checked his eyes to make sure everything seemed okay. He checked out fine.
"Now Mr. Everett, you must remember when you woke up yesterday. Doctor Mitchell talked to you about a number of tests you need to take today if you feel up to it."
Once again, Jon paused to think. "Nope, I really don't remember any doctor," he said, somewhat worried.
Susan was becoming concerned by what he was saying. She sensed that he was telling her the truth. Something was very wrong.
Over the next couple hours, several doctors and technicians tested and probed Jon. He didn't understand what was going on, but he was getting worried after the fourth hour of tests. At the end of the day, he was returned to his room, and shortly after Dr. Mitchell came in.
"Jon, I wanted to update you on the results of the tests," he said, looking grave.
"What's wrong, doc?" he asked.
"It seems you have a very rare injury." Jon's heart sank when he said these words. "You see Jon, you seemed to have lost your short term memory. It's a very rare disorder and we need to study it more if we are to help you. We'll need to run some more tests tomorrow and see what we can do from there."
"No!" Jon screamed, more from frustration then anger. "No more tests! I've been getting poked and prodded by you since I woke up. Haven't you tested me enough yet?"
"Okay okay, calm down Jon, no more tests then," said Dr. Mitchell in a conciliatory tone.
Susan was surprised at the doctors response. Most of the docs never change their minds when it comes to tests. He acquiesced almost instantly. 'He's probably just saying that to calm the patient down,' she thought.
Jon and the Dr. Mitchell spoke for a few more minutes, Jon wondering where his family and Karyn were. Then the Doctor stood, and, giving Jon a wink, said it was about time for Nurse Williams to give him his sponge bath. He walked out of the room. Susan was seething inside; she hated it when the doctors were fresh, especially Mitchell. Nevertheless, she went into the bathroom and returned with a washbowl and sponge.
"Okay Mr. Everett, he was right, it's about that time," she said, putting the bowl down next to him. Turning him over, Susan saw a woody that wouldn't end. She was used to this from her younger male patients so didn't pay it any mind. She reached back and undid her hair, letting it fall freely down her shoulders.
Quickly, she unbuttoned her blouse, and, reaching behind, she undid the clasp of her bra and let it free, shrugging out of it and letting her large globes fall free, giving an enticing bounce. She neatly folded her clothes and put them on the beside table before reaching into the bowl and retrieving the sponge. It was chilly in the room so her nipples quickly became hard. "Alright, lets start with your arms," she said, as if everything were perfectly normal.
Jon looked up at the pretty nurse and goggled. He didn't know what was going on, but it was definitely different. What kind of hospital was this? Susan hummed a tune, scrubbing him vigorously, sending her boobs bouncing all over the place, causing Jon's wood to harden even further.
