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Rather than obsess about it, I decided to make the bed. Ordinarily we didn't make any of the beds until the last day when we were leaving, but it felt weird to me that the hospital had a messy bed. I was trying to keep consistency in the narrative, and keep myself out of my own head.

Blossom took her time, and not in preparation. Honestly, she knew exactly what she planned to do. She took some time to give Amy a chance to get ready. Going through her study supplies she kept here in a spare bag, she found a pink plastic clipboard, which was an excellent accessory. After a few more minutes, she went up to the bedroom and rapped her fingers on the door.

"Nurse Darling here, can I come in?"

I quickly sat down on the edge of the bed like I had been there all along. Then I called back: "Yes."

Blossom stepped inside the room and closed the door behind her with a soft click, just like a nurse ought to. She looked down at her clipboard, and wished she had glasses to push up the bridge of her nose.

"Alright, everything seems in order here. What brings you in today?"

And then, not wanting to put Amy on the spot and also wanting to give some familiar context, she decided to throw the girl a proverbial bone. A glance again at her empty clipboard, and then:

"Oh, I see. Bedwetting?"

I blinked in surprise. Bedwetting, seriously? What an obvious trope! And an ageplay one at that, not even a medical one! Or, wait... was it?

Part of me wanted to break character, to tell Blossom to pick something else. Something more on theme. But could I be sure that bedwetting wasn't a normal med kink issue?

And another part of me was a little pink in the cheeks, and I wanted to see this play out. It was that second part that won.

"I just want to make sure nothing is wrong with me," I said shyly. I guess my character was going to be a little shy. Actually, that fit Judith well enough.

"Hmm, well, let's get some vitals. Can I see your arm? I'd like to check your blood pressure and pulse."

Despite the lack of equipment, Blossom knew enough to go through the motions of checking someone's vitals. First Aid training went a long way.

I held out my arm and Blossom took my hand. She turned it over so my palm was facing up and held two fingers to my wrist. I'd never checked my own heart rate or anything before, so I didn't know exactly what to look for. Maybe Maria had one of those blood pressure arm thingies, or maybe she had a smart watch for Judith to wear. Then again, a watch would just be another variable she would have to control if she wanted to tamper with Judith's sense of time.

"Pulse is elevated, hmm, but it seems like it jumped up just when I touched you. I'll note the attraction to me in your chart~"

"Blossom," I said sourly. She wasn't taking this seriously.

"That's Nurse Darling to you," Blossom corrected with a bright smile.

"At least try to be professional," I sighed. Maria would be trying to be professional.

Blossom winked, an effort to indicate that she'd taken the feedback on board - but otherwise stayed in character.

"Everything seems to be alright with pulse. Let's see if we can get to the bottom of this bedwetting problem, then. Have you had any other symptoms?"

"I don't think so?" I tried to think about Judith and Maria, and the scene I had to write for Academy Works. Judith was going to be sick, so maybe I should be sick too. "Actually, I've been a little fevery. My head is a little fuzzy, and it's hard to focus on stuff."

"Fevery, and trouble focusing, and..." Blossom glanced down at her chart and pretended to write on some unseen paper, "total night time incontinence. Okay. Let's test your balance out, and see how your coordination is, okay? Stand up for me."

I sighed and got to my feet. She really was pushing the envelope on believability, and Judith didn't even wet the bed at all! Nonetheless, my cheeks were a little pink.

Blossom had me stand on one foot and then the other. Then I sat back down on the edge of the bed. So far, I didn't really see the appeal of any of this medical stuff. It wasn't very sexy.

"Balance seems minorly compromised; we should check the degree of that fever. Now, the doctor is a little old fashioned when it comes to these things - have you ever had your temperature properly taken?"

I blinked. I knew what she was getting at, because I'd read enough diaper stories. Because I'd written enough diaper stories! But there was no way I was letting Blossom put anything in my butt.

"My fever is fine," I said sharply, shutting her down before she could even suggest it.

Taking it in stride, Blossom raised her eyebrows, cocked her head, and began to "write" something down again. This time, she didn't say out loud what it was.

"I'm sure if that were the case, you wouldn't be here, would you?"

"Blossom!"

"If you aren't going to play along, maybe you need a different roleplay," Blossom said sternly. "One with a spanking, perhaps."

I felt my face get hot. She'd only spanked me that one time, and it left a lasting impression. My eyes fell to the floor and I crossed my arms.

"You're the one not playing right," I argued under my breath.

"Sweetheart, if this were how I'd usually do medfet, you'd be in stirrups and I'd have a speculum. This is just some introductory stuff to get you used to some ideas. Now, the point of this is to give you some experience and insight, so try and trust me, okay?"

"Maybe this is too intimate for me," I sulked. "Diapers feel so much safer..."

"Trust me," Blossom said again.

I did trust her, for better or for worse. This time really felt like one of those "for worse" moments. Regardless, I waved my hand and urged her on. Back to the scene.

"Lay on your tummy on the bed. We'll get this temperature thing over and done with as quick as can be; you'll barely even notice." This was risky territory, but Blossom felt pretty good about it.

I couldn't believe this. I was gathering information for a story! I wasn't even trying to do a sex thing! And as far as conventional definitions of sex went, this would be my first time with Blossom. Or, I guess my first time at... third base? What were the bases again?

"This is wholly unnecessary," I said, both in and out of character. But Blossom was insistent. So I rolled onto my stomach and hugged one of the pillows to my chest. I hated this.

A thermometer was one of the few suitable props that Blossom did have available, what with this being her family beach house and all. Of course, a proper rectal thermometer was a better choice, but the standard oral thermometer would work just fine.

"Can you pull your pants down, dear? Thanks so much."

"Blossom..." I tried one more time, because we were getting dangerously close to Amanda's threshold of Too Much.

"Red?" Blossom asked, "or yellow?"

I thought about it for a moment. I was trying to figure out if my desire to keep going was solely out of people pleasing. Probably. And if this was a sex thing, I think I would have stopped it right there. But it wasn't a sex thing. It was writing research. It was for Academy Works. And for some reason, my boundaries were a lot further out when it came to content creation.

"Green," I said, knowing in the same breath that I'd regret it. I lifted myself up onto my knees a little and shimmied down the seat of my pants, so I was flashing my butt to Blossom.

There was a part of Blossom that wanted to laud over Amy's butt. It was a great butt, and if the boundaries in the relationship hadn't been drawn so clearly, Blossom would definitely have expressed the things she would want to do to that butt. But - no pun intended - she retained her faux-professionalism.

"Now you just relax, okay? You probably won't even feel a thing."

The "probably" wasn't that comforting. The truth is, I'd had things in my butt before. I was an experimental late-teen with a penchant for ageplay stories and boundless curiosity. Plus, summers alone in my bedroom. But I never really liked anal stuff all that much. It just felt kind of awkward and... full, for lack of a better word. So my experiments were short-lived. Nonetheless, I knew that I would definitely "feel a thing".

And I did. At first, it was Blossom's hand on my butt, on the cheek. I tried not to think about the fact that she was looking at my bare ass. If it looked clean. If it looked gross. How much of me she could see. I tried instead to remind myself that Blossom was well-versed in sex, and that if she was offering to do this at all she probably had way more experience than I did. And when that didn't work, I tried to remember that Blossom was just a nurse at a clinic and this was a checkup and not a sex thing with my girlfriend.

My rationalizations and mental gymnastics tired me out long enough that I felt the cold tip of metal or plastic or something between my butt cheeks. And then the gentle force of that metal or plastic or something sliding into me with an unparalleled lack of friction. And then the metal or plastic or something settling inside me, deep enough to "feel a thing". And that thing I felt was... very small.

"There we go, great job. You're such a good patient. Now you just stay still like that while we wait for the temperature reading. There's a fever going around with similar symptoms to yours, and the standards of care for this are pretty well defined. You're in good hands."

While Blossom spoke in her nursely tone, she rubbed the small of Amy's back gently.

I wasn't turned on, definitely not. I wasn't aroused. The thermometer was actually very small. But with Blossom's hand holding it, with something inside me like that, I just felt... helpless. Like all the control I had over this situation, over this scene, was smoke and I'd run through it. Now it was gone, and I was looking for a hand to hold.

Little space? It kind of felt like that. Maybe sub space? But I'd never been dropped so suddenly into any kind of space other than anxiety or panic. I'd only ever gone from zero to sixty, and never sixty to zero. It felt like whiplash.

"You okay, Amy?" Blossom asked.

I nodded. Her voice was far away. My face was hot. Jeeze…

"There's a good girl. We're almost done here, you're doing great."

It took a while for the little thermometer to beep, but it didn't matter what number was on the screen. Blossom was going to tell her patient the same thing no matter what. Without ceremony, she pulled the little probe out of her girlfriend and pretended to look at it.

"Just as I thought.."

When Blossom pulled the thermometer out of me, the feeling didn't go away. I fumbled for the seat of my pants and tugged them back up, then turned to face her again. I took one look at her face, then looked down at the floor. Gosh, I felt warm. Wait, what was she saying?

"I'll have to confer with the doctor," Blossom said, "but it definitely seems like you've got a case of what's going around. The treatment plan involves some in-patient treatment at one of our campuses, and hopefully we'll be able to figure out something longer term. The bedwetting is an early symptom though, so you did a good job coming in to me today so we could catch this now."

"Uh... uh huh." I nodded. I still couldn't look up at Blossom, but her demeanor was spot on. She sounded a lot like a nurse, someone taking care of me. And the tingling in my bottom hadn't gone away.

"So we're going to get some paperwork filled out, just some simple stuff - treatment plan, agreement for treatment, power of attorney - and then we'll get you transferred. I'll be your nurse the entire time though, so you can feel safe with me."

Honestly, Blossom wasn't even sure that Amy was hearing her words.

"I... is all that necessary?" I asked, still trying to parse Blossom's words. Power of attorney. Treatment plan. It sounded like an ageplay story, but my brain was struggling to put the pieces together. I really needed to come up for air.

"Absolutely. The condition is pretty serious, and we're not sure if it's contagious. But you wouldn't want to be the reason all your friends started wetting the bed, or sucking their thumbs, or pooping their pants, would you?"

Okay, so maybe they were a little closer to ageplay now, and maybe Blossom was a bit turned on.

I shook my head. No, as in, that's stupid. As in, that's not what this scene was supposed to be about. But Blossom took it as an answer to her question.

"That's right, you don't want to be responsible for them. So just sign here."

She handed me an imaginary clipboard. I looked at it. At nothing. And up at her. But I couldn't hold eye contact. So I looked down at the imaginary clipboard again.

"Um..."

"Oh, here you go."

Blossom handed her the pen she'd been using to pretend to write with.

"Um..."

Blossom put the pretend pen in my hand and held it with her own. She moved my hand over to the imaginary clipboard and gave the simple instruction: "Sign here."

I don't know why, but I did. I think a part of me knew what was going to happen next, and I wanted it to happen. But even if I didn't, it was so easy to listen to her. It was so easy to do as I was told. So I signed the document. Without reading it. You know, like you do in stories.

"What a good patient,” Blossom cooed. “You're in safe hands now."

It was a good time to transition scenes, and that meant it was a good time to check in with Amy. So Blossom sheathed her nurse voice and spoke plainly to her girlfriend.

"This is a check-in. How are you feeling, Amy?"

"Um... yeah. I'm alright..."

"You look a little dazed," Blossom laughed.

"Yeah, uh... this... wasn't what I expected," I admitted.

"So you're... enjoying yourself?" Blossom tilted her head to the side curiously.

I nodded shyly. I was enjoying myself.

"I had a feeling you would. Do you want to jump ahead to your admission at the treatment facility, or would you like to stop here? No wrong answers, baby girl."

"I, uh... should be getting as much experience as I can?" I meant that I didn't want to stop. But I also meant that I wanted to explore this concept more. I needed to know how to write it with Judith and Maria. I wanted this chapter to be perfect. I wanted Academy Works to be perfect.

"Then you're going to get comfortable on the bed, and I'm going to leave and come back in. We'll pick up the scene from there. Is that okay, cupcake?"

I nodded my head.