The infirmary is smaller than I'd imagined. It has only two beds, separated by a thin curtain, and a table with a man in his forties in a gown. I woke up here and have been watching him play solitaire on the computer for several minutes. My ribs hurt, as does my head; it's like drums are playing on the back of my neck. Why am I not in a hospital?
I sit up and feel a dizziness that makes me groan.
"Excuse me," says the—doctor?nurse?—coming to my side. He carries a metal bucket, which he leaves within easy reach.
"Don't move yet, honey. You've hit yourself pretty hard."
Tell me about it. Silvia isn't exactly light, although she is soft. I don't know if it's from the shock, but I can still feel the softness of her legs rubbing against mine. No, wait. Am I naked under the sheets?
I look under them, and yes, fuck, the sensation is coming from the sheets sliding over my skin. I cover myself up, where I'm also missing not only my panties but my bra as well. My face turns red and I look at the man, who smiles at me deceitfully.
"You came here already naked, honey, don't look at me."
Ah. The showers. Fuck, they brought me here completely naked. What have I done to deserve this? I cover myself with the sheets and hide my shame behind them.
"I'll do an examination, and if you feel okay, you'll have to come back to class," he informs me, taking a thermometer out of his pocket. "Now, if you don't mind..."
I open my mouth, and he inserts it, not suddenly, but slowly. I'm confused by this fact, but I don't say anything. While we wait, the man doesn't raise his eyes from me; I don't think he even blinks. It gives me the creeps, to be honest. I pull the sheets tighter against my chest.
After a few minutes, he makes me open my mouth, looks at it, and puts it in his pocket, without wiping it or anything. How disgusting. Well, at least it's the first day of school; I'll have been the first to get hurt, right?
"Let's check your heart," he says, taking a stethoscope out of his pocket.
I lie back on my legs and give him access to my back. The metal is cold and glides over my skin, sending shivers down my spine. His fingers, in contrast, are warm and linger shamelessly longer than they should. My heart is beating so loudly that I'm sure it's possible to hear it without a stethoscope.
"Let's see, 'ah' day," he asks, and I frown but do it.
Instead of using a stick, he uses his hands to trap my tongue. I flinch, but he has a firm grip. He takes a pen with a flashlight from another pocket and points it at the inside of my mouth. I press my hands against the sheets as I feel his hard, enormous fingers caressing the entire length of my tongue. He's smiling, never losing sight of my insides. Fuck, it's like I'm completely exposed, to levels I couldn't imagine.
"Everything seems fine. Do you want to go to class then, or..."
"I'm leaving," I say quickly, jumping out of bed. I look around, but there's no uniform in sight. "Excuse me, but my clothes?"
He grins and leans back on the stool.
"Sorry, your classmates didn't bring anything."
"But then what do I do? Do I go back to the dorm?"
"The dorms are electronically locked until the end of classes. But don't worry, I have something here that might help you."
I look at him hopefully. Maybe it's just me and this shitty school that's gotten on my nerves. He hasn't done anything to warrant my suspicions. Okay, he may be a little weird, but that's not a crime.
The man gets up from his chair and walks to the top drawer of his desk. He pulls out a hospital gown.
"Here, honey, you can get dressed."
"What? You don't expect me to go like that."
"It's all I have."
That smile. Aggggg. I angrily snatch the gown out of his hand, the sheet still tightly wrapped around my body. I walk over to the bed curtain and pull it open before untying it and slipping on the gown. It's almost transparent; I can see my body against the light. And of course, it has a slit, which I can close with two ridiculous strips of fabric. Luckily, I'm small enough for it to cover me completely. The bad thing is that my chest doesn't allow me to close the back properly, and my hands can't reach to tie a double knot.
I turn around and look at my appearance on the metal tray. Although distorted, I can see my reflection, and I freeze at the sight of a hickey on my neck that I didn't remember getting. And what's worse, now that I realize it, I feel dampness between my legs, as if I had just come.
I glare accusingly at the doctor, but he's already playing the computer again.
"If you feel sick again, you can come back anytime," he says as a farewell, without even turning around as I rush to the door.
Before it closes again, I see inside the still-open drawer: there's a red vibrator inside.