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The gleaming whitness of the counter tops.

 

The smell of antispetic and bleach.

 

The soft rattle of trolleys.

 

All Patient Zero could think was, 'I'm home,' as he sat waiting in the the examination room, the backless gown he wore allowing his buttocks to feel the coolness of the table upon which he sat. His eyes drifted to the equipment drawers that surrounded him, and he almost lost his composure at the thought of the needles, blades and shiny medical pokey things that may be contained within. The mere thought of a steady, female hand piercing his olive skin with something sharp gave Patient Zero feelings no other fantasy ever could.

 

He had never understood where the fascination had come from. As important as the sensation of being skewered was, the one performing the act had to be just right also. The image of the stern, Matronly Nurse, stoic and In Charge, suffering no fools (but with a smidge of care in there) was as much part of the fantasy as being made to lick his own blood from the tools she used. Patient Zero had visited the Clinic before, and when he heard about Nurse Rupture's work, he knew she was the perfect healer for his sickness.

 

The curtain was flung back, and there she was. A vision in......PVC? The patient had thought it a bizarre uniform policy on his previous visit, but who was he to argue? If this Clinic demanded wipe clean outfits, that kind of made sense anyway. Even her stockings were of a glossy white sheen, her shoes....white New Rocks for a Clinic? He supposed that could be useful for avioding sharps injuries from dropped implements.

 

'Hello, sir,' Nurse Ruture smiled sweetly at Patient Zero as she drew the curtain behind her. 'So........' she studied the chart, 'Patient.......Zero, huh?' The Nurse raised an eyebrow in a style not unreminescent of Roger Moore, 'A pseudonym?'

 

Patient Zero's head dropped and he stared at his feet, kicking his legs a little and sat on his hands as a child might. The Nurse gently pressed her right index finger, already encased in a black nitrile glove, in the centre of the patient's chin, and lifted his gaze up to meet hers. The left side of her ruby red mouth curled, just a little, in amusement.

 

'Don't be embarassed. Many of our patients use false names. I believe it's due to the..........specialist aspects of this Clinic,' the Nurse dropped her hand, brushing the patient's leg as she did so. Raising herself back up to her full six feet (in the New Rocks), Nurse Ruture once again looked over her patient's information.

 

'Erm....Nurse?' the patient whispered, tentatively, carefully.

 

'Hmmmm?' she responded, without glancing up.

 

'If I may, Nurse, I simply would like to feel how your skilled hands can use your everyday tools for..........other purposes. I understand you are quite specialised in very neat suturing.'

 

'Mmmm-hmmm. And where might you have found that out?'

 

'I was here last week. Nurse Mayo suggested I make an appointment with you following ours.'

 

The chart was discarded at that moment. The Nurse insturcted the patient to lie down on the table, as she prepared a few things. He did as was instructed, waiting for the pure pain the Nurse could bring him. After a few moments, Nurse Ruture turned back towards Patient Zero and asked which area was of concern. Patient Zero considered this, and eventually decided his right upper thigh needed her attention.

 

The Nurse wheeled her small trolley over to the table where Patient Zero lay, the instruments laid out in precision and care. 'First, I need to shave all this hair away. The last thing we need is infection in there.' With a firm touch, the Nurse shaved, cleaned and prepared the area on the patient's leg, until she was satisfied with the canvas before her.

 

'Don't forget to breath,' she said as she pressed the cold steel of the scalpel to the pateint's leg. Patient Zero felt his heart pounding but tried to maintain his steady breathing as the Nurse cut into his flesh. The pain was excruiating, but also a huge release for him. For someone to be so carefully bestowing upon him this pain was such a pleasure. Patient Zero looked at the Nurse's face, deep in concentration, going about her task with professionalism and grace. The skill of the cuts made the pain an afterthought almost. To have such a beautiful creature as this deciding how to decorate his flesh seemed such an honour to Patient Zero. He inhaled and exhaled very slowly, becoming intoxicated from the sensations.

The Nurse looked up after four lines had been carved into the patient's flesh, 'How are we?' she asked.

'Very good,' was the reply.

 

'OK, time to suture this up. Well done, you're doing so good. Barely a flinch from you, makes the marks so much neater.' Patient Zero was pleased that Nurse Rupture was pleased.

 

The Nurse began to suture together the wounds she had just created. After a while, Patient Zero had four incisions, running at a slight angle in contour with the leg, with very pretty black silk adoring them at regular intervals. This done, the Nurse covered her work with a dressing.

 

'You must keep this clean for me, understand? I shall give you some antiseptic to take home, and I shall be disappointed if you do not use it and allow my work to become infected. That area is now mine. I shall see you next week. You did well, Patient Zero. I can see you can take much more,' the Nurse smiled, but this time the eyes retained a chill, 'how much fun my work shall become,' Nurse Rupture ripped off her gloves.

 

'Yes, Nurse,' Patient Zero said. He felt almost like he was floating, unlike anything he had experienced before. The patient stared at the white dressing on his leg, excited to think how the wounds underneath had come to be. He was so happy he had been granted a second visit immediately, and lifted his head to tell Nurse Rupture so, but she was gone.