What’s it like to insert a catheter for a hot guy?
Well, Corey just admitted one who crashed his bike and broke his leg.
And guess who got assigned to do the catheter?
That’s right—me.
And oh my God, he was hot enough to knock the oxygen out of the room.
Trying to play it cool, I said, “Maybe I can handle it again tomorrow?”
His cheeks flushed, and he quickly looked away.
Shame.
A perfect specimen like that… and I only get one look?
The next day, Corey sent another nurse to check on him.
The guy sent her away.
Then our charge nurse pulled me aside, looking awkward.
“He, um… said once someone’s seen it, that’s enough.”
Nurse’s Station
“Hey, Brooke! Did you hear? Corey just admitted a total dreamboat,” Maddie whispered, wiggling her eyebrows like a cartoon character.
“Just saw him,” I whispered back. “Total Chris Evans vibe.”
Chris Evans? Be still my heart.
“Seriously?” I asked, trying not to sound too thirsty. “What room?”
“Room 216. Apparently wiped out on a bike and busted his leg.”
Maddie leaned closer. “You should find a reason to peek in.”
Oh, I was already thinking of at least five.
Finally, something exciting in this boring shift.
I was still grinning like an idiot when the charge nurse popped her head in.
“Brooke, can you head to 216? New patient.”
She paused.
“He needs a catheter.”
Wait—what?
Did I just win the hospital lottery?
Hot guy. Catheter. Me.
Was it my birthday and no one told me?
I was about to catheterize Chris Evans. Well, the knockoff version, anyway.
On the way to Room 216, I gave myself a pep talk.
It’s just a catheter. No big deal.
I’m a professional. I’ve seen more d*cks than a urology textbook.
Still, the moment I saw him—Jake—I almost forgot how to breathe.
Damn. The guy was hot.
Sharp jawline, flawless skin, high cheekbones. He looked like someone straight out of a Calvin Klein ad.
Actually… had I seen him somewhere before?
I stared for a moment, trying to place the face.
He was lying there, leg in a full cast, suspended in a sling. Calm, detached, the whole “brooding hot guy” thing going strong.
That is, until I pulled out the catheter kit.
Trying to keep it professional, I cleared my throat. “Okay, Room 216…”
I glanced at the chart. “Jake Carter, right?”
He gave a small nod. “Yeah.”
“You here alone?”
“Yeah. Family’s out of state. My roommate had class.”
I nodded, pretending to be busy with the setup. “Well, since you can’t really move, we’re gonna have to go with a catheter.”
He looked absolutely lost.
I gestured toward his sweatpants. “I’ll need you to pull those down.”
His face turned crimson, but he did as told, turning his head away like he was pretending I didn’t exist.
I got to work, trying not to stare. Keyword: trying.
A quick glance? Let’s just say… size wasn’t an issue.
I prepped everything, but each time I tried inserting the catheter, something went wrong. Awkward didn’t even begin to cover it.
I forced a chuckle. “You’ve got a little extra foreskin going on—when your leg heals, might wanna consider a quick snip.”
Jake: “…”
Yep. That just made it worse.
Finally got the damn thing in.
While I was cleaning up, I casually asked, “So… maybe I should come back tomorrow too?”
He flushed again and turned his head with that same cold-shoulder vibe.
Shame.
A guy like that… really should be a recurring feature.
Jake Carter was the talk of the entire floor within an hour.
Hot patients don’t go unnoticed around here.
The other nurses were practically volunteering to “assist,” so the charge nurse decided to let everyone take turns.
But the next day, the nurse who went in to disinfect Jake came back looking like she’d just flunked her boards.
Charge nurse pulled me aside, hesitating.
She finally said, “Room 216… he said once someone’s seen it, that’s enough.”
Then she added, “From now on, you’re his go-to for anything catheter-related.”
I nearly skipped with joy.
But I kept a straight face—because the rest of the nurses looked like they’d just been robbed.
I grabbed my supplies and headed straight to 216.
When I walked in, Jake already had his pants off like a perfect gentleman. What a considerate patient.
As I was disinfecting the area, he suddenly spoke.
“Feels better today.”
Ah, so the silent type could talk after all.
“Glad to hear that,” I replied without looking up.
Then came the curveball.
“You don’t need to come tomorrow.”
Excuse me?
Getting shy, are we?
“I have to,” I said matter-of-factly. “It’s part of my job.”
He paused, then added, “It’s just… you running around every day—it’s gotta be tiring.”
Was he worried about me?
My heart gave a tiny skip. “Aw, don’t worry. Just another day in the grind. I’m used to it.”
Jake went quiet again.
But then the vibe changed.
Something was… off.
I looked up slowly—and there he was, raising his phone in the air.
The screen showed an active call.
Label: Mom.
And then… he hit speaker.
On the other end, a sweet voice chirped, “Hospital food’s always terrible. Just hang in there, baby—I’m bringing you something homemade tomorrow!”
I wanted the Earth to open and swallow me whole.
Then came the real punch:
“Who was that just now?” his mom asked.
I panicked, threw the supplies into the cart, and bolted like the place was on fire.
Right before I cleared the doorway, I heard Jake casually say:
“She’s my nurse. You’ve met her before.”
“You know her?”
What did he mean by that?
I didn’t have time to dwell on it. The day was already packed, and the morning catheter drama was just one of many awkward hospital moments that probably blurred together in a patient’s memory.
So I decided to act like nothing had happened.
Keep calm and catheter on.
That afternoon, just as I wrapped up my charts, Maddie waved me over at the nurse’s station with a secretive grin and handed me a small box.
“Brooke, something from Room 216,” she said, eyes practically sparkling.
I peeked inside—fresh, shiny cherries. Still cold.
The way Maddie was looking at me?
Like I’d just landed the lead role in a medical soap opera.
“Oh my God,” she whispered. “You fell for the patient during a catheter moment?”
I blushed so hard I had to slap a hand over her mouth.
“Shut up! What are you even saying?”
Thank God the hallway was empty.
I shoved Maddie into the staff break room and slammed the door behind us.
When I looked down at the cherries again, I couldn’t help but smile.
I’d seen a lot of patients during my ortho rotation. Most were polite, a few were rude. Some thought nurses were just glorified servants.
My daily goal? Avoid patient complaints and maybe have time for a lukewarm coffee.
But this box of cherries? It actually felt… sweet.
If only this morning hadn’t happened the way it did, I might’ve been touched.
I decided to split the cherries, washed them, pulled off the stems, and headed toward Room 216 with a small dish in hand.
I knocked lightly and pushed the door open.
Jake wasn’t alone.
Sitting at the edge of his bed was a girl—pretty, with bright eyes and the kind of glowing smile that made you feel like she owned the room.
She was facing away from me, scolding him playfully.
“Seriously, Jake? How do you manage to wipe out on a bike?”
“If your mom hadn’t told me, I wouldn’t have even known.”
“What, you don’t tell your friends stuff now? I’m an outsider all of a sudden?”
They looked close. Too close.
For a second, I just stood there, debating whether to turn around and come back later.
In our hospital, each room had two beds—Jake was in the inner one by the window, Room 216. The outer bed, 215, belonged to an elderly woman who immediately spotted me.
“Well, if it isn’t Nurse Brooke!” she called out. “What brings you in this time of day?”
Jake and the mystery girl both turned toward me.
I smiled quickly and walked over to check on the older lady. “How are you feeling today, Ms. Whitman?”
She clutched my hand with affection and started chatting, and I listened patiently.
Mid-sentence, she noticed the cherry dish in my hand.
“Ooh, what do you have there?”
I smiled. “Just something for Room 216. Since he can’t get up, I helped wash them for him.”
Jake’s eyes flicked over to me—surprised. The girl turned too, studying me with subtle curiosity.
I raised the dish, keeping my expression neutral. “Thanks for the cherries, Jake.”
The girl piped up cheerfully, “Aww, Nurse Brooke even cleaned them for you? How sweet!”
She giggled. “Jake made me pick those out. Said girls love cherries.”
“He used to give me fruit all the time when we were kids. I’d say I hated cherries, and he’d still bring them.”
So. Childhood friends.
Still, there was something off about her tone—sweet on the surface, but something snarky underneath.
Okay, rivalry vibes, got it.
I’m his nurse, not a contestant on The Bachelor.
I was about to make a graceful exit when Jake suddenly spoke.
“Don’t listen to her. I bought those cherries myself. She had nothing to do with it.”
The girl’s smile faltered just a bit.
“Wow, you’re being really serious about this,” she said, trying to laugh it off. But her eyes said otherwise.
She turned back to me, that bright smile flicked back on like a switch.
“I’m Lily Ross,” she said smoothly. “I’ll probably be visiting Jake a lot while he’s here.”
“If you ever need help with anything, just let me know.”
Smile so wide. So fake.
I nodded with a tight smile, handed the cherries over to her, then turned and walked out without looking back.
On Jake’s third day in the hospital, it was finally time to remove the catheter.
I walked in like it was just another Tuesday.
Pulled the blanket back without asking—only to find he was already fully dressed down there.
Jake immediately shielded himself, his ears turning red. “Nurse Brooke… do you think I could have the catheter removed today?”
“Having you come in every day like this… I just…”
I looked up at him, deadpan serious.
“You know, touching you guys is like touching raw pork. No big deal.”
Total lie.
Hot guys are definitely not the same as pork chops.
But I kept my game face strong.
I looked back down and motioned toward his waistband. “You’re healing nicely. If you’re feeling confident, we can remove it today.”
“But,” I added, “do you have crutches ready? You’ll need them to get to the bathroom.”
Jake nodded, cheeks burning. “My friend’s bringing them this afternoon.”
I gave a little nod and got to work.
One last time touching Jake Carter’s… mushroom.
Occupational hazard, I told myself.
Still, I couldn’t help noticing how soft—and springy—it was.
God help me.
As I was finishing up, Jake suddenly spoke.
“Hey, about what that girl said yesterday—don’t take it personally.”
“She’s just a neighbor I grew up with. My mom’s out of town, so she insisted Lily come check in on me.”
By the time he finished explaining, I had already removed the catheter and tossed the tubing.
I handed him the blanket and began gathering the tools.
“All done,” I said casually. “Just make sure to be careful when you go to the restroom. No more acrobatics, please.”
I turned to leave.
But he called out, “Nurse Brooke—wait.”
I looked over my shoulder.
“I, uh… I kind of need to go now.”
He was blushing again, gorgeous face cracking under embarrassment.
“Would you mind helping me… to the bathroom?”
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