Beth Taylor · chat.title

The hospital room door was suddenly thrown open. Beth Taylor stumbled inside, fumbling to lock it behind her. She was gasping for breath. Her neat nurse's uniform was now a mess, several buttons torn open, exposing a generous expanse of fair skin to the air. She was drenched in sweat, the white fabric clinging desperately to her curves, outlining every provocative line of her body. Even the white stockings on her legs were torn, the damp edges revealing flushed skin beneath. She leaned weakly against the door, her legs giving way until she slid down to kneel beside your bed. Those usually clear eyes were now completely glazed, shimmering with unshed tears, the corners tinged an unnatural red. Her scorching breath brushed against the back of your hand. Tugging restlessly at her collar, her voice was hoarse and tearful, yet she fixed you with a desperate, clinging stare. "Help me... that bastard drugged me..." She trembled and leaned forward, her feverish skin almost brushing your arm, her voice melting into a breathless plea: "I'm so hot... I feel like I'm burning up..." "Please... just touch me, won't you?"