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desire
for him.
    I finished lowering his shirt and let it
drop to the floor. He helped me take off his tight fitting jeans
and then I curled my fingers in his briefs dropping them to the
ground where his jeans already laid.
    He fisted his
fingers in my hair near the nape of my neck and then he kissed me
one more time. This time I groaned into his mouth. “ It ’ s time for me to please you after all the help
you ’ ve given me, ” I whispered. I slid
down Nick ’ s body like I was lowering myself down a pole,
until my lips found their way onto his dick. I held him firmly as I
took him deep into my mouth, sucking hard, and doing soft sweet
motions on his crown. I could tell by the way he grabbed my hair
and his soft moans that he liked what I was doing.
    He warned me by
calling out my name but instead of letting him release outside of
me, I made sure he wasn ’ t moving anywhere,
and I drank his cum willingly, welcoming his warm fluids into my
mouth and swallowing every last drop. This moment was about him, no
code, no expectations, just me loving Nick for who he
was.
    We showered
together. I washed him and he washed me. I offered for him to stay
the night and he took me up on it. We fell asleep in each
other ’ s arms, it was cozy.
    We really had
to stop doing this. Nick and I weren ’ t dating anyone else
right now and it was just so easy. We had no expectations for each
other and rarely ever argued, so when we got involved with other
people, they had very big shoes to fill.
    I had been working with Bradley for about
three weeks when it happened. We had a busy morning, and what made
it different from most was Mrs. Wilson had started turning sour in
the early morning, and by ten the nurses called a code blue on her.
Her body became lifeless. Everyone went running to her room, there
were three nurses, two of them from the Coronary Care Unit, a
respiratory therapist, and myself and Bradley.
    The nurses
placed the board from the crash cart under her chest so they could
begin compressions. A nurse recorded everything that was happening.
Electrodes were placed on Mrs. Wilson ’ s chest so they could
monitor her heart with the monitor. Bradley determined her heart
rhythm she and treated her accordingly in efforts to bring her
lifeless body back.
    The respiratory therapist put a breathing
tube down her throat to ensure her airway. A second intravenous was
introduced into her veins to run an i.v. bolus on her. The bolus
would increase her blood pressure, we hoped.
    She was shocked three times with
electricity. The first two times the machine on the crash cart was
set for 200 and then in a last ditch effort we increased to 360
hoping her heart would stop and then restart back into a rhythm and
begin pumping blood on its own again.
    Compressions resumed after each jolt, and
although we had worked on Mrs. Wilson for forty-five minutes, she
succumbed to her morbidities and co-morbidities resulting in a
lifeless body. We called her time of death.
    The nurses
called her family during the code, and they started arriving
shortly after her body was tidied up and the room was clean.
Bradley looked at me, “ I ’ ll tell the
spouse, you go into the back room and start charting.
We ’ ll grab lunch together outside of the hospital to
review what happened. ”
    I was really upset, because she was the
first person to die this way since I became a Resident. I nodded my
head, and turned back slowly to walk away. I liked Mrs. Wilson. She
had been here on this hospital visit twelve days and we thought she
was improving. Bradley was planning to discharging her Monday after
her new pacemaker was checked.
    I chose a computer in a corner of the
nursing station where I thought nobody would go and I cried. The
monitor was blurry, and I reached for a Kleenex wiping my eyes, but
more tears came.
    Bradley must
have finished telling Mrs. Wilson ’ s spouse because he
found me and pulled a chair up beside me. He spun my chair so I was
facing him and