I was visiting a friend in hospital, it was the “Clinic for Something”, I can't remember the Something, it was a very long name with no vowels in it.
I didn't know why he was there, it was something “below the belt”, so I didn't ask – I didn't want to embarrass him. He seemed to be happy enough, even more after the Nurse came and did something for him or to him. I didn't look – I didn't want to embarrass him. But I did notice that the Nurse was very attractive – just my type.
Oh, you're looking very well. You must be recovering. You'll be out soon.
He looked puzzled. Oh, no! I need a lot more treatment, perhaps another six months. It is worth it.
I was puzzled – perhaps another six month's treatment from the Nurse was worth paying for.
I tried some indirect questions, but I didn't discover what he had. I noticed that the Nurse did something to all the other men in the ward. One at a time – she made them happier. But what was she doing to them? None of them looked ill.
The Nurse returned to him and did something to him. I had to look away.
Time to go. I wished him a speedy recovery. He looked puzzled.
As I was walking down the corridor to the main entrance, the Nurse came running up behind me, I must examine you.