Doctors Away, Naughty Nurse Plays

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The soft glow of the monitor painted their faces in the quiet hum of the on-call room. Zenza’s fingers, usually so precise, trembled as they traced the line of Veronica’s jaw, a question whispered in the silent space between them. Veronica’s breath hitched, her own hand rising to cover his, pressing his palm against the warm flutter of her pulse at her neck. Her eyes, dark pools of surrendered resolve, held his with an intensity that made the sterile air feel thick with longing. He leaned in slowly, his forehead resting against hers, a shared sigh escaping their lips as their bodies gravitated closer. The starched fabric of her uniform rustled softly against his shirt, a mundane sound made profound by the context. She could feel the frantic rhythm of his heart answering the wild cadence of her own, a syncopated drum in the hushed room. His other hand settled on the small of her back, a gentle pressure that pulled her into the safe harbor of his frame. In that suspended moment, every unspoken feeling, every stolen glance from across the ward, culminated in this breathless collision. The world outside, with its demands and diagnoses, simply ceased to exist.