The Secret Rules Of The Hospital

“Dr. Carter… I don’t know why, but I feel a little dizzy. I think I should go back…”

I had drunk some red wine in the head of surgery’s office, and, for some reason, my body started feeling unwell.

“Don’t rush off,” Dr. Carter replied with an expression I could not recognize.

Then, he pushed me onto the couch.

“It’s not often I get a chance to get close to the prettiest nurse in the hospital.”

I could not respond.

My name was Katia Xavier. I was twenty-five years old, and I worked as a nurse at a hospital.

During my school years, I never dated anyone. Once I started working at the hospital, I was so busy every day that I hardly had any time for my personal life.

However, my family kept insisting that I get married. They even started to wonder if I was not interested in men. I guessed they were surprised that someone as good-looking as me had not found a partner yet.

I had a classic oval face with delicate features and fair skin. I hardly needed any makeup.

I was about 5 feet 5 inches tall. I was not very tall, but my body was well-proportioned.

What embarrassed me the most was my curvy figure, which was hard to hide, even in loose work clothes.

My waist was slim, and my hips were perky. Together, they formed a clear hourglass shape.

My legs were long and toned, and the part of my calves that showed under my uniform skirt looked smooth and shapely.

Every time I walked through the hospital corridors, I could feel the intense stares of patients and their families. They looked at me up and down without holding back. It made me feel both ashamed and powerless.

I would sometimes have to wear a fitted nurse uniform to make my rounds. The buttons across my chest were always stretched tight, showing more than intended if I bent over even a little. Some male patients’ hearts would start beating faster, and the machines would show it.

Even my coworkers sometimes made jokes about my figure, and, because of that, I put even more energy into my work. I hoped to earn respect through my professional skills. Alas, most people kept on noticing my attractive figure before anything else.

One day, I had just finished my rounds when I ran into the head of surgery, Zach Carter, at the corner of the hallway. It looked like he was about to leave. He had already changed into casual clothes. He wore a dark gray shirt and looked especially sharp.

When I saw him, I immediately lowered my head and tried to slip past him.

“Where are you rushing off to, Katia?” Zach stood in my way.

“Hello, Dr. Carter. I still have several rooms to check.” I tried to move past him.

“Wait.” He lightly placed a hand on my shoulder. “Your head nurse mentioned that your department is short-staffed and you're having