Page 14 of Keeping Her Under
“What’s the SCU?” the CRNA asks.
“You’ve got to be kidding me. How do you not know who they are?”
“There’s a TV show based on them...”
As the conversation blossoms, I make the occasional input. An, “I don’t think so,” here, a, “They could be,” there. Having already read up on the article, I don’t need to pay attention too closely to the details of the case now being discussed. So under the guise of being engaged in the conversation, I click on the teddy-cam app on my phone.
My pulse increases, starting to hammer as the little logo swirls on its loading screen.
My cock is already starting to rise.
Twitching with every rotation of the animation.
Is she naked right now?
Being bathed by a nurse who doesn’t know I’m watching?
Slipping a hand into the pocket of my scrubs, I reach for my dick through the fabric and slip it up into my waistband. The top of my shirt hangs over it, and with me sitting, no one will know.
My eyes dart to the patient’s vitals.
He’s steady, but if he crashes and I have to stand…
Maybe I shouldn’t…
The loading finished, the app opens, and my pulse hammers in my throat.
In the thickening of my cock.
I drop my eyes to the screen of my phone as the conversation flows behind the drapes.
And there she is.
Lying in bed.
No nurse is attending to her.
But someone will check in on her for a few minutes every hour. Between turning her over so she doesn’t get bed sores, feeding her, bathing her, and giving her physiotherapy, she’ll get roughly six to twelve hours of care a day from her nurse, plus a doctor’s visit.
What if someone notices the teddy bear has a cam in its eye?
“He must be hanging his victims upside down to drain them so well,” the CRNA says.
“The papers are most likely sensationalized,” I say. “I doubt the killer is draining them completely.”
My eyes are riveted on Summer’s face. There are so many tubes keeping her stable. My colleagues would think I’m sick to find her attractive as she is now, but there’s a peacefulness to her. A fighting spirit that’s now relaxing beneath all that medical equipment.
Memories of her house fill my mind. I wonder if the bed she’s in now is the most comfortable thing she’s been on for a while.
If being fed every day has put her a bit at ease.
A thrill shoots through me, knowing that I’ve taken care of her in a way neither of us knew she needed.
When I put her under, I just wanted to fuck her.
When I saw her home, I pitied her.
When I see her now… Lying so peacefully… I want to give her more.
