Your eyes locked on the young nurse, you can't hold back the laughter that begins to escape from your mouth. Now, in addition to the blushing, you note she appears to be squinting, looking confused.
"What, Mr. Smith?!" she asks you. "What's so funny?!"
"Nothing!" you say, continuing to laugh, though less-audibly. "Except I think I know what came over you!"
"Really?!" she asks. "What?!"
"Me!" you reply simply.
She looks increasingly confused.
"I...I don't know what you mean, Mr. Smith!" she says.
"I don't expect you to," you tell her. "I don't mean I came over you at all in this room. I meant in my dream. During my surgery, while I was under the control of the anesthetic, I had a few dreams. Most of them involved strange things like aliens, or people in chicken suits. But in the last one, I was in a hospital bed... It looked a lot like this one, honestly. I was being watched by a medical team, including a nurse that looked a lot like you."
"Really?!" she asked. "What happened?!"
"I don't know!" you tell her. "I came to soon after the nurse entered the room."
"Well then," she asked. "How does that help me know what's going on?!"
"It won't," you admit. "Next, you have to go back in that hall, and convince them to give your fellow staffers the night off. Tell them you will keep an eye on me, and we can help each other live out our dreams."
She nods silently once. You then stare at her ass as she walks into the hall. |