What I Did To Hook Up With a Nurse While I Was hospitilized – Part One

Last year, I had a motorcycle accident that got me landed in the hospital for two weeks.  It was around midnight when it happened. I sped down a slope and didn’t managed to stop in time when I was approaching the hump.

You must be thinking that it was a really stupid way to get into an accident and I don’t deny it. In fact, I was advised to go back to learn cycling!

Anyway, here’s my side of the story. The paint of the hump was pretty much faded, it was too late by the time I noticed it. Then, I was thrown off my bike. In a split second, I was literally flying in the air before I landed on my wrist and chin…

I was knocked out cold.

The next thing I knew, I woke up in a hospital with a sharp pain in my left wrist. My whole my arm was wrapped up like a cotton candy and I had stitches under my chin.

The nurse came by and told me that some by passers had called the ambulance. She also said that I had a “bad-ass” fracture in my left wrist.

If there was any good in the whole ordeal, it was knowing that this hot-looking nurse was in charged of taking care of the patients in the ward I was in

Anyway, I suffered from short term amnesia. I couldn’t remembered anything that happened the night before. The Doc said I was still recovering from shock and I would be placed under observation at the hospital for 2 weeks!

Honestly, that actually sounded more like good news to me. It means that I get the chance to get to know this hot-looking nurse better!

Looking around the ward, I realized that I was the youngest patient. Most of them seem as if they were about to be “on their way”.

Every night, I would gather a small crowd of student nurses from the Singapore Nanyang Polytechnic around my bed. We would chat and joke around just before they got off work.

However, the hot-looking nurse that was in charged of the ward seemed oblivious to our presence. she was the only one who did not bother to come over and join in the fun.

But other than that, it was quite comforting to know that she’s always there, making her rounds to check on each patient. I always anticipated the moment where she comes over to my bed, keeping track on my BP levels and drip.

She is tall and tanned. But it is her eyes that is most captivating.

We never chatted much. I only knew her name by her tag, which had “Jeanette” printed on it.

Since I only had 2 more days before I was discharged. I decided to take my chance. I made fun of Jeanette in front of the student nurses while she was going about her routine checks on the patients.

If I remembered correctly, I said something about her not being sincere about her job and that she is only making her rounds because she is only being paid to do so. I also called her an anti-social. We were practically indulging ourselves with laughter, at her expense.

Jeanette heard us, because she turned her direction and started walking towards us. For awhile, I thought she was really mad. But nevertheless, I still had to play my cards well. Apologizing and explaining to her that I was only kidding, is probably one of the worst ways to make her remember me.

So I said to her, “Finally you have come over to join in the fun. Too bad you’re late, the party’s already over”.

“Aw…” She replied, playing along.

“Well, don’t be late for tomorrow or the doors will be closed”. I said with a smirk.

Time went passed as normal, the next day. The student nurses were actually disappointed that I had to leave the next morning. So I told them that we will keep in touch and we exchanged contacts.

Surprisingly, Jeanette came over to pass me her contact as well!

The following weekend, I called and invited her to a newly opened club called “Zirca”. As usual, girls can be quite a drag. I had to wait let others go past my queue a couple of times before she finally arrived.

But the wait was worthwhile. She was the center of attraction. I didn’t realized she had “this much” boobs until I saw her in the dress she was in.

She wore a low-neck black satin dress that took the shape of her body nicely. She was totally different from the plain-looking dressed nurse I thought I knew.

We got our stamps from the door bitch before entering the club.

Jeanette intuitively grabbed my arm and dragged me towards the bar counter.

“Why don’t you get me a drink”? She asked.

“Isn’t it a little too early to be ripping off your patient’? I replied with a smirk.

Here’s part of the conversation:

Jeanette: Are you that Stingy?

Me: I did not say I’m wasn’t buying. But you have to do something for me in return.

Jeanette: What is it?

Me: Do you trust me?

Jeanette: I guess so.

Me: Then agree to it first. Trust me, I won’t make you look stupid…

*She hesitates*

Jeanette: Okay, deal!

I didn’t had anything in mind at that moment, so I made something along the way.

I ordered a jug of Raspberry Vodka and we sip the drink together from our straws. By this time, there were already some chemistry going on between us. I sensed that I might not be going home alone that night.

“So what do I have to do’? She asked.

This time, I decided to take my chances and be bold.

” I want you to do a lap dance for me”.  I said.

“Hey, that’s cheating. I thought you said you were not going to make me do something stupid”. She protested.

“You know, I don’t always ask a girl to do a lapdance for me. But, if you think its a stupid thing to do… Then let’s forget the whole thing”. I said sarcastically”.

“Alright, alright… I’ll do it”. She finally agreed.

My heart almost skipped a beat! I started looking frantically for an empty seat.

Unfortunately, there was none! I could see myself tearing up this whole place in my mind. I ended up not having my lap dance at all.

Then we proceeded to the dance floor… Things started to take a good shift when the song “Get Right” by Jennifer Lopez, came on. We flirted with each other with our dance moves.

Then I hold on to her waist close to mine and I smiled as I looked into her eyes, then releasing her and I told her that I have to go.

She looked surprised and then disappointed. This, time I told her to come with me, as I grabbed her arm and dragged her out from the dance floor.

We exited the club by the back door, we were the only ones at the stair area. So I took her waist again, like I did on the dancefloor earlier.

“Would you like to kiss me’?  I asked her .

I knew what she meant when she closed her eyes. Then we shared a really long wet kiss that seemed to last for more than a few minutes. I knew she would be mine that night…

Watch out For part two in the next post!