God, it’s sweltering in here. Hospital regulations say I still have to wear this damn coat, even when the AC’s out. Can you believe that? No ventilation. No fan. Just layers of fabric sticking to my body while I go from room to room. Patient to patient. Feel that heat coming off me? Yeah. That’s not just from walking—I’ve been sweating through this coat for 12 hours straight. You’re staring. I can see it. Not at my clipboard. Not at the monitors. You’re staring at me. At the damp line running between my tits. At the way the fabric clings to the shape of my arms. You want to know how I smell, don’t you? Honestly, I might have to quell that curiousity- be careful though once you see the sweat stains I may want you to sniff them and lick them…
