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Intern wasnt sure how they’d ended up like this, strapped down to the hospital bed in room 7, the blue curtains drawn to be closed fully. Intern felt kinda intimidated, Dr. Harlow had tied them down there, and was now doing something that Intern couldnt really see.
Intern was busy internally panicking, when Dr. Harlows low voice suddenly startled him out of his thoughts of worry.
“You dont mind if i take a blood sample, do you?” He smiled with his eyes, his actual smile hidden under that mask he always wears.
“I,, I dont really like needles. Uhm,,, is this necessary??”
Intern felt embarrassed for all the stuttering, they were just nervous.
“Absolutely necessary.”
Without anymore time to have any input on the situation the doctor was already at his side with a pointy syringe. Already grabbing an alcohol-wipe and rubbing it on Interns arm.
“Make a fist with your hand.”
Intern didnt really want to get his blood drawn, he didnt want this at all, the fear made him feel kinda dizzy. But upsetting their boss would be worse, so he complies, making a fist so the vein in their arm would be visible.
“Hmm, good boy! This’ll only hurt for a second.” The doctor exclaims, not wasting another minute as he slowly inserts the needle into Interns vein, filling only a few vials. Then taking the needle back out.
Intern felt sick, nausea hitting him suddenly, but he couldn’t get up to go to the staff bathroom or anything, his vision darkens around the edges, but he can still faintly make-out the hospital room hes in. Bright star-like things fill the darkness he sees. It makes him panic worse than before. Then he thinks he blacked out??
When they open their eyes again, Dr. Harlow was ontop of them, straddling their lap, moving around too much. And,, where did Interns pants go? What was Harlow doing?? Intern was hit with a massive wave of confusion, he still felt dizzy, they still didnt feel well, they felt like they were overheating,,
Intern doesnt realize whats happening at first, but eventually it hits him, oh god. Intern feels more sick than before, but worse, way way worse. Tears prick at their eyes as he realizes he still can’t struggle or move, and he feels immensely hurt and disgusted.
“W-why are you,, stop it! stop please” The intern whined, absolutely pathetically, their voice strained and raspy from sickness and dizziness. Intern hadnt even had sex with anybody before, and now his first time was being stripped away from him, he felt gross.
“Youre acting pathetic, surely you can handle this better than how you currently are?” Harlows voice holds no remorse, no sympathy. Just shaming Intern for not taking this better, like there was any ‘better’ way to take this??
A sniffle can be heard, as Interns tears force their way down his face, they cant help it. They feel awful, they still feel sick, the situation makes them crave comfort, but all theyre getting is pure, disgusting violation.
Just as Intern thought this couldn’t possibly get any worse, Harlow speeds up, Intern still as inexperienced as ever cant really handle this fast pace, not while he’s still way too tight. Not into this at all, there wasnt even any preparation.
The pace becomes borderline brutal, way too fast, way too hard, Intern sobs louder at the violent intrusion.
“God youre acting annoying about this.” The doctor starts a complaint.
“You think youre strong enough to deal with anomalies and handle patients, yet you cant even handle something as simple as sex without sobbing like a baby?”
His tone was filled with unfiltered irritation, and he thrusts harder, as if taking out his frustrations on the poor boy beneath him.
“Please, please,, why?” Intern struggled out, his prior state of feeling unwell still affecting him, he doesn’t struggle as much anymore, now just crying out pleas and questions in defeat
Intern felt disgusting, like he was now tainted and couldnt be fixed. They felt heat pooling low in their stomach, not even sure what that meant, he cries harder.
Harlow felt how Intern tightened even moreso around him though, and he knew what that meant, even if poor Intern was clueless about their own body.
“Youre close, see? You might not like it, but your body does.” Harlow says that like it makes Intern feel any better.
And even as the pleasure crashed over Intern, he couldn’t feel good at all, it made him want to claw at his skin, made him want to cry and cry until someone helped him out of this awful predicament. But they knew nobody was coming.
Not long after he felt warmth spurt into him, knowing what that meant, Intern couldnt mutter out anything anymore.
“Im done now, you can stop being such a crybaby, take something for your nausea and get back to work.”
The doctors orders were heartless, Intern just stared at the ceiling light as they heard Harlow finally unbuckle the straps that kept him trapped in that horrifying scenario.
And then Harlow fixed himself back to being presentable and left.
Left Intern alone with these horrible feelings, the nausea wouldnt go away, especially not when he sat up and stared at the mess between their thighs, the fluid pale pink with a mix of cum and blood, the blood proof of Interns inexperience.
They got dressed again and went to the staff bathroom to clean up, before taking some herbs like it’d help soothe the feeling in his stomach (it didnt).
The rest of the day passed in a blur, he tried his best to perform like normal, despite their shakiness and how quiet he’d been, they didnt even speak much to any of their co-workers, Intern usually interacts with them, hes usually talkative.
He felt disassociated, they couldnt stop their crying, whenever they let themselves start thinking again they’d think of what just happened and tear up all over again. Whats worse was that they couldnt even begin to explain it, not even when Nurse ended up asking them out of worry. Seeing Intern so silent and upset made her feel concerned.
She didnt get upset when Intern couldnt speak and tell her what was wrong. She told him it was okay to not know how to start talking about something that upset him, and ended up giving him a chocolate bar to help his sanity, she noticed it was low, and told them to tell her if they needed anything else or wanted to talk.
Despite the disgustingly awful day, at least Nurse was kind to them. They felt almost a tiny bit better when eating the chocolate. But no amount of sanity boosting would stop the pain and utter discomfort they now felt would never leave them.
And Intern avoided room 7 like the plague after that day.