Emergency Room Doctor

The doctor’s office was plain, the walls decorated with just a few framed diplomas. The psychiatrist/bitch sat behind the desk looking at me, an opened notepad on her lap.

“So you want me to tell you all about it,” I said. She just looked at me. “Ok, here goes…” and I began my story:

“They brought her in at a quarter to four in the morning. The ER was empty, for some reason the city had been pretty quiet that evening. Well, except for the woman that they brought in that night.

She was lying on a gurney wearing a white ambulance smock. They said she was a rape victim and asked if this was the correct place or if they should take her upstairs. I didn’t recognize the orderlies but told them it was, she would be fixed up and sent on. And they left.

I looked at the girl. Young. I picked up her chart and flipped the pages to the detail analysis. Raped in one of our many “safe” public parks and beat up to boot. Raped by at least three guys. What the hell was she doing out in the park at that late hour? I looked down at her. She was staring blankly at the ceiling, her lips slightly parted. Her face was lightly bruised but there were heavier bruises on her neck. Yeah, they got her good, I thought to myself.

‘Ok, let’s take a look at the damage,’ I thought, and untied the ambulance smock and pulled it apart. She was a cutie alright. A little over five feet tall, with very light, almost blondish brown hair. Her tits were fully developed too, nicely round with dark pink nipples. The nipple tips where small, I could tell that they had never sucked on by a child.