The amazing thing about Ally, Jon found himself thinking mid-way through the day, was that when she was around he never found himself bored at all. Hospital stays could be lonely times, but his roommate completely took care of that. She seemed to like all the things he liked, could hold a clever conversation for hours at a time, and when they had nothing to talk about, they'd watch the same shows on the TVs above their beds, commenting on what they were seeing.
Plus she was hot.
He was the luckiest guy on ward seven.
He enjoyed peeking at her when he was sure she wasn't watching. Once or twice she had caught him staring. A grin and a wink were all the rebuking she dealt, but it still caused a little embarassment to the boy. She had a great body, firm in the right place, yet soft in better ones, at least that's what he thought. She was wearing jeans and a sweater, which did nothing but hide what she had to offer.
Just as he was thinking this a nurse came in. He wondered if he was going to get a treatment like the night before, but not for long. She was not interested in him, but rather in Ally.
"Are you still in that outfit?" the nurse asked impatiently, "Why haven't you changed into your hospital gown yet?"
"They told me downstairs that they were out. I'm sorry, I'm not trying to cause any trouble."
The nurse sighed. "Well this will never do. What if the doctor came in and had to examine you. Getting you undressed will be a waste of time." A thought seemed to occur to her. "You wait here. I'll be right back."
She turned and walked out of the room, leaving the Jon and Ally to stare. Ally had a bit of panic on her face.
"Seriously, Jon, I would have worn one if they had given me one. I'm a very complaint patient and I want to get better! I hope they don't send me home!"
"Don't worry, I'm sure they'll work something out."
The nurse came back in and instructed Ally to go to the washroom to change. She handed her a small bag. Jon overheard her say something to the effect that "...this will do as well as a gown..." He knew it wasn't any of his business, so he concentrated on the show he was watching.
A couple minutes later the washroom door opened and Ally stepped out, revealing the outfit she had been instructed to wear. Her face held a look of relief.
"Jon, you were totally right. They did work it out! I was afraid they'd have to send me home!"
Jon devoured the image before him. The black panties, the see-through baby-doll, her luscious body. He loved this hospital.
