Nurse, Student, Slave (closed for Cum_Inside and FoxRoast41)

[FoxRoast41]

Grant McAllister broke women.

But with his slacks, neatly ironed, button-down shirt, tie and white lab coat donned, one would never have imagined. Dr McAllister was, by society's standard measure, a heartthrob. In his early forties with dark brown hair, dark brown eyes and a dashing smile replete with that one dimple, he wooed both patient and nurse alike. Ever professional, ever the gentleman, Dr McAllister was it.

But frankly, all of that was perfectly orchestrated. Grant found the character he played while at the hospital - and the outer trappings of life in general - to be so cliche that in his truest moments within the confines of his home, he had to laugh. Did people really think that in this day and age they'd find someone like that? Smart, handsome, charismatic? That there wouldn't be a dark under-belly? No one ever suspected it. But Grant felt they should have. Everyone could see - every single God damned day - that the world was a dark, dark place. And Grant knew full well that he was born of that darkness. He belonged to it. He had learned from an early age to not fight it. But he had also learned that if he wanted to keep it up, he'd have to keep up the facade. "Hypocrisy is the homage that vice pays to virtue," as it was said.

But ultimately, the women would find out. Not all of them. Just the ones that needed to. The ones that he could see through. The ones he knew he could have. The ones he knew needed to be had. It was unfortunate the way he had to start it, but it was crucial. It always was.

"Good morning, Dr McAllister!" Kelly beamed as Grant came up to the nursing station.

"Mornin' Kelly, how are you today?" Kelly Jensen was a cute blonde clerk that sat at the center of the nursing station, took the calls, read Fifty Shades when she thought nobody was looking. But Kelly didn't have it. None of the nurses on this floor did.

"I'm wonderful, now that you're here." Kelly giggled.

"Oh, you're too kind. Would you be able to tell me who has room 3042 today? Mr. Kapur. I need to touch base with her about the plan for him today."

"Oh, hm, let me see our assignment sheet for today... it's - oh! This is one of our new nurses, Avery. I'll get her for you."

Kelly picked up her phone and jabbed at the key pad.

A new nurse? Grant loved new meat. Even though the odds were low, there was always the chance that a new women meant a new project. He'd know soon after seeing her.

"Hey, Lara," Kelly chirped over the phone, "Dr. McAllister is here for you at the main desk, could you come by? Oh. Ok sure. Bye."

Kelly hung up. "Dr McAllister she said she's just busy with a patient and was wondering if she could meet you by room 3042 in two minutes. Sorry."

Any other physician would have thrown an egotistical temper tantrum. How dare the nurse not come to meet them? But such things seemed paltry to Grant. There were bigger things in life to do than to throw two year old tizzies because one's ego wasn't massaged. Grant had grown to be certain that most men who behaved as such did so because they weren't in control of their own private lives. That was certainly not the case for Grant McAllister.

"Sure, have a great day Kelly." Grant winked at the clerk, noting her reddening cheeks and embarrassed smile, and walked towards room 3042, where he had just come from after seeing Mr. Kapur.

As he waited he thought about the case. Mr Kapur was in with congestive heart failure. It was his second day of peeing his brains out with the diuretic they'd been giving him via the IV, but they hadn't been able to keep track of how much urine output he had had because he kept on missing the urinal or wetting his bed. He was going to need a foley catheter placed. Furthermore, his electrolytes were dropping because of the diuretic as well, and Grant needed to make sure those things were addressed while he took care of the sicker patients in the ICU. He couldn't afford to be bothered with this again in the day, and he had to make sure that the nurse knew the plan for the day so that the patient wouldn't suffer. A lawsuit would seriously impair Grant's... other activities.

Grant found himself wondering about this new nurse. But no sooner had he started, she turned the corner.

And as soon as she did, he could tell that she would be it.

Grant smiled, the earnest twinkle in his eye accompanying his extended hand. "Hey. I'm Grant McAllister, and you are?"

 

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Avery was more than ready for her first day flying solo on the medical floor, 3BN. Usually they received a wide variety of patients: it was not only the cardiac stepdown unit where patients came to rest after pacemakers or stents had been placed but also where patients suffering from most any general ailment stayed before or after surgery or critical care was needed. Today, Avery had an assignment of eight patients with her practical nurse, Hannah. They worked well as a team despite Avery being new to this hospital.

Although Avery was new to 3BN she was not a new graduate; she’d been working for four years casually at Mercy South as an RN. When a permanent full-time job became available at the city’s largest health centre, Avery jumped at the chance for a change in both her job and her living situation. From the South side to the North side of the city where she now worked, her morning commute had been just about an hour and twenty minutes when traffic was thrown into the mix. Considering that Avery wasn’t a morning person in general and being on shift at seven am was bad enough, Avery had made the decision to uproot her social life and move. Now she lived about 25 minutes away and that was much more convenient even though she was now separated from her family and friends.

When she got to work, she sat down at the desk and memorized her patient assignment for that day. Nothing too critical, though Mr. Kapur was having an acute attack of congestive heart failure (CHF) and he could go south at any time. He was slowly having that excess fluid drained from his blood vessels but the medication they were giving him to do that was dropping his electrolytes (his sodium and potassium were falling almost into critical values) and that in itself could make this problem an emergency at any time. She’d have to speak to Dr. McAllister about replacing those with IV electrolyte boluses because pills weren’t doing the trick, plus she needed a Foley catheter order because they hadn’t been able to adequately measure his output to keep track of his fluid balance which was important when dealing with any patient in CHF. She added those to her “to-do” list for the day, planning to bring forth those issues in doctor’s rounds this morning.

It made her pause, though. Avery had heard a lot about Dr. McAllister through the senior nurse that had orientated her to the unit and her coworkers, too. Apparently he was very easy to get along with and also very attractive (because yes - nurses did sometimes have a thing for cute doctors!). He wasn’t prone to being condescending or making one feel like their opinion didn’t matter because they were “just a nurse”, and he was always accepting of feedback about his care plans. He was patient and kind. Compared to some other doctors she’d met, she was eager to work with him. It was not always so that a nurse worked with a doctor so down-to-earth.

She found it odd that she hadn’t met him yet in the six week period she’d been orientating, but he was a busy man so maybe it wasn’t all that unexpected. Needless to say, she wondered if the reality matched all those wondrous stories she’d been told. He didn’t seem like he could be real. Very few men as attractive and charismatic as he was rumoured to be without an ego the size of Russia existed, so Avery would believe it when she saw it for herself.

She was in 3027 putting in a nasogastric (NG) tube for her coworker when the call came over the speakers that Dr. McAllister was looking for her. Even though Kelly couldn’t see it, Avery grinned and said, “I’ll be right there! Tina just needed me to put in an NG. Can you tell him to meet me outside 3042 in about two minutes? I’m almost done!”

It had been a busy morning and just after Avery got her own patients straightened out, Tina, who was also an RN but had worked about two years since graduation, approached her and explained she was having trouble passing a tube in her patient with a bowel obstruction and could Avery come try? Tina was meeting some resistance when she pushed it in and it was curling back out the mouth. Avery liked to think of herself as both friendly and capable, so of course she agreed. It was just a matter of Tina not having the correct angle and the tube not being stiff enough - a trick Avery had learned from a mentor was to place the tube in freezing cold water with some ice and let it become a little less flexible; it made it easier to guide the tube just where you wanted it.

Once it was in and the patient was resting a little easier, the tube on suction to relieve some of the pressure in his belly instead of continually throwing up, Avery peeled off her gloves and disappeared from the room with a brief wave and a “let me know next time you need help!”

When she turned the corner to 3042 she laid her blue eyes on Dr. McAllister for the first time. He was tall. And his hair was thick, dark brown — no salt and pepper in it yet. He looked great for his age! And let’s be real: the girls who had told her that he was handsome had maybe downplayed it a bit; he was one attractive guy, that was for sure. And when he smiled...

Well, Avery knew why he was the resident heart-throb.

He pushed himself off the wall he had been leaning on and offered her his hand. Although he wore that friendly grin, he was intimidating. Lord, was he ever tall! He towered over her 5’5 stature and his broad chest absolutely dwarfed her too. She could tell that he had a fair bit of muscle packed onto that trim frame. His shoulders were broad, yes, but his waist was narrow and she could see the definition of strong muscle on his forearms when she finally extended her own tiny hand and he clasped his fingers around hers. He almost completely eclipsed her hand with his much larger one, actually.

Oh, God.

He smelled fucking delicious, too!

Avery schooled her features, trying to maintain a professional expression. Even though this man was one hell of a beautiful piece of art and he somehow didn’t smell like eau d’hospital— you know, phlegm, urine, etc..— which seemed to bury itself in your scrubs no matter how many times you washed them (yuck), he was still only a doctor that she had to work with. Avery was not looking for any distractions at this point in her career.

Sure, she generally swiped Tinder in those evenings when she was sitting at home curled up on the couch with Chinese takeout, but at 25 Avery was still young. She had lots of time to establish herself AND find a man. Her mother was convinced she was going to die alone because Avery was too particular, though Avery herself disagreed on that. So what if she had stated in the past she didn’t want to marry a doctor? It seemed like that was everyone’s “thing” but hers; “nurses marry doctors” — no thanks!

They worked shitty hours, often had bad personalities and came with a pile of debt. Who wanted that? Unless you wanted the distinction and the freedom to say “oh yeah, I married Dr. McAllister. You know? The one who...” and everyone would be in awe of how you were lucky enough to land a man like that but never have to actually see him (because he was working all the time).

Actually, thinking about that, Avery wondered why he had never married. Maybe he had and Avery had just never heard about the missus. Women have this terrible habit of ignoring or denying those things about a man when they aren’t too pleased about it, after all, so maybe her coworkers had never mentioned his wife because they were just a bit jealous...

But as he held onto her hand for a bit longer than one would usually consider polite, the hair on the back of her neck prickled. Something didn’t feel right in the way he was looking at her, though she had no idea what was off about it. She just had this feeling that he was devouring her with his eyes, the same way you look at a buffet and wonder what you’re going to start eating first. She didn’t know why, but the second he touched her it sent a shiver racing up her spine. Something about him had her intuition on high alert and she didn’t love the way that made her feel, but maybe it was just the fear of the unknown, too. Avery had always disliked meeting new people (yeah, yeah, a job as an RN didn’t scream that she was a social recluse) and this was no different. Dr. McAllister was intimidating and she didn’t know what she was in for. She was allowed to be nervous.

As she smiled and greeted him with no evidence of her discomfort, she said confidently, “hey Dr. McAllister. I’ve heard so much about you. I’m Avery Jennings. I’m new here but not a new RN. I was about to call you because I want some orders regarding Mr. Kapur, actually, so you have really awesome timing - I think you and I will get along just fine.”

 

[FoxRoast41]

As long as he could remember, Grant had been able to detect the need. He had stopped trying to analyze it years ago. When something works, it works. Physicians had been using aspirin for years without knowing what it actually did, but they knew it was effective - it didn't matter how.

With every new location, every new hospital, Grant would always find a few women who had the need. They often didn't know it themselves, and Grant liked it that way. There was that one girl, Froja, who had been a willing slave to a man before, but Grant had actually considered that a failure. He liked them unaware of the need. He would be the one to show them that they had it. Self realization was power. There was no role for that here, not with Grant.

Avery had it. And for every moment that she existed in his company, he was more sure of it. It was in the way her hand met his. In the most subtle non-verbal cues - in the minuscule moments of silence before responding, between sentences - in what her eyes did as they looked up at him, putting up that front against the deeper anxiety. Yes. He knew that the need was always first felt as an anxiety, a sense of warning. Most women had it, but for some it hid something deeper. For Avery it did. And she would most certainly find out about it. Grant had decided this before even releasing her hand from their handshake.

"Pleasure, Avery." Grant gave a contented smile and a nod, before turning to face the doorway through which Mr Kapur could be seen sitting in his chair.

"I'll let you know what I'm thinking and you can tell me if you think I've missed anything. Mr Kapur is going to need a foley, don't you think? We've missed too much output and as you know, it's really important for our CHF patients that we track that."

Grant shifted over to a computer screen that was embedded in the wall to the side of Mr Kapur's door and brought up his chart, the values of the morning's blood tests appearing on the screen.

"Now, take a look at his potassium." He stepped back a bit and gestured for Avery to come take a look at the screen, which meant that she would have to step in somewhat in front of him, with him to her side and slightly behind her. The physical proximity was an important verification of his assessment, of course. Again, the most subtle of signs...

"It's down to 3.1, and with the furosemide drip going it'll deplete really fast. I've ordered 40 milliequivalents of potassium orally, as well as 40 by IV. It'll give him some fluid, yes, but he needs the potassium as I'm sure you're aware."

Grant observed Avery as she looked at the screen. Though her eyes took in the numbers, and he was sure she was running through them just as a good nurse would, he could see that there was so much more going on in inside her. Grant smirked behind her. He briefly eyed her form through her scrubs. She had marvelous hips, that somehow complemented her dark brown hair. Those blue eyes he had witnessed a moment ago were perfect. He was looking forward to this.

"And we'll have to keep an eye on his sodium. Sometimes they rebound back up as you know. But we'll just do BID basic metabolic panels to keep track of that for now."

Grant stepped back. "Any other thoughts? I'll be in the ICU for the rest of the day most likely, but I'm pageable of course. If you need me," and she did "you know how to find me."

 

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“Perfect. That’s everything I had on my list, actually. I’ll take a verbal order to do the bloodwork and I’ll get him those medications stat. The foley will be much better for him, too, even if he doesn’t agree,” she joked. She was trying to hide her anxiety at being so close to him in order to check the lab results on the screen. She had already known those values, but it never hurt to check them again to appease him - it was something simple and not worth fighting over in order to avoid her bout of ridiculous discomfort.

She stepped away and offered him another smile, nervously tucking her hands away in her pants pockets. She tried her best not to let that odd feeling show on her face because Avery was convinced she had to be crazy - there was nothing at all wrong with Dr. McAllister and he was very friendly. Nothing in their interaction gave her any reason to feel uncomfortable; it had been perfectly mundane, actually, so Avery filed it away under the “crazy Avery” space in her brain where all of her irrational fears and behaviours went to. There was no reason for her to be worked up at all, so Avery firmly shook that bad feeling off and decided to ignore it all.

“Thank you, Dr. McAllister. This is a great plan. I’ll try not to bother you today. We should have this in hand now, but I’ll update you if anything serious goes on. It was lovely to meet you,” she commented. “I won’t hold you up any longer. It seems I have some tasks to complete now, after all.”

Avery dropped her eyes submissively to the floor for a moment before she turned on her heel and walked away calmly. It was only when she was safely tucked away in the medication room after writing those orders in the patient’s chart and instructing Hannah to collect the supplies for the catheter that she allowed herself to press her body back against the door and take a deep breath. Her heart was still pounding away in her chest and she felt a little warm. Swallowing her nerves, Avery forced herself back into action. She withdrew the IV potassium pre-prepared bags from the fingerprint activated medication cabinet (because intravenous potassium was considered a high risk medication) and the oral STAT dose as well.

Within short order they had everything taken care of and Mr. Kapur was resting a little bit more comfortably. All in all, her day went by quickly and nothing eventful at all happened to her patients. She gathered up her things in the staff room and waved goodbye to the night staff as she headed for the elevators. Avery entertained herself on her phone as she waited for the elevator to return from the higher floors.