It isn't easy, preparing a person for pregnancy. There is always the inevitable panic attack, when they realise that they're going to be a parent. She understands. It can be difficult to be responsible for another living being.
But it's rewarding too, looking after someone. Making sure they're taken care of. Chick knows all about that.
Critic is still panicking, thrashing against the restraints. He's been shouting long enough to make himself hoarse, calling them every name under the sun, screaming for help, trying anything. He's resisting them even now and Chick wanted him to get it out of his system, let it out naturally, but the Doctor has almost finished preparing the solution and he has to be still for the next part.
He can't be chloroformed, because he has to be free of drugs for the babies. Temazepam, Valium and Xanax all have side effects on pregnant women, and they can't take the chance. She's going to have to use more traditional methods.
On the other side of the bed, Ask That Guy is moving in. She makes a decision.
She moves over to Critic, climbs onto the bed. Once she's straddled his chest, the restraints make it impossible for him to see past her body to what the doctor is doing. He can still feel it though.
She leans down, runs teeth down his breastbone. He stopped shouting when she climbed on him but now his breath is catching and he whimpers as she digs her nails into his shoulder. She misses her scalpel, but trauma in his impending condition would not be good.
She can hear Ask That Guy behind them, sliding in between the Critic's legs and running the needle up his thigh. The restraints mostly stop his movement, but it's not enough. She kisses the marks from her nails. Have to make it better, look after her boy. ATG behind her chuckles and does something behind her. She can't see what it is, but Critic moans at the contact.
She kisses him and tweaks a nipple as the doctor moves behind her. Under their skilled hands Critic falls apart, finally laying still as he basks in the afterglow. He barely even feels the needle.
Chick gets off him, straightens her skirt, pleased at a job well done. Another patient taken care of.
She smiles at the doctor as she leaves.
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I'm sorry this is so late, love. Also that I apparently cannot for the life of me write porn. ^^;
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say that i'm the shadow - Madhouse!AU ATG/Critic/Nurse!Chick
Date: 2010-10-09 10:58 pm (UTC)But it's rewarding too, looking after someone. Making sure they're taken care of. Chick knows all about that.
Critic is still panicking, thrashing against the restraints. He's been shouting long enough to make himself hoarse, calling them every name under the sun, screaming for help, trying anything. He's resisting them even now and Chick wanted him to get it out of his system, let it out naturally, but the Doctor has almost finished preparing the solution and he has to be still for the next part.
He can't be chloroformed, because he has to be free of drugs for the babies. Temazepam, Valium and Xanax all have side effects on pregnant women, and they can't take the chance. She's going to have to use more traditional methods.
On the other side of the bed, Ask That Guy is moving in. She makes a decision.
She moves over to Critic, climbs onto the bed. Once she's straddled his chest, the restraints make it impossible for him to see past her body to what the doctor is doing. He can still feel it though.
She leans down, runs teeth down his breastbone. He stopped shouting when she climbed on him but now his breath is catching and he whimpers as she digs her nails into his shoulder. She misses her scalpel, but trauma in his impending condition would not be good.
She can hear Ask That Guy behind them, sliding in between the Critic's legs and running the needle up his thigh. The restraints mostly stop his movement, but it's not enough. She kisses the marks from her nails. Have to make it better, look after her boy. ATG behind her chuckles and does something behind her. She can't see what it is, but Critic moans at the contact.
She kisses him and tweaks a nipple as the doctor moves behind her. Under their skilled hands Critic falls apart, finally laying still as he basks in the afterglow. He barely even feels the needle.
Chick gets off him, straightens her skirt, pleased at a job well done. Another patient taken care of.
She smiles at the doctor as she leaves.
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I'm sorry this is so late, love. Also that I apparently cannot for the life of me write porn. ^^;