Poisonous Actions

1: Introduction Sequence

For many, this would become one of the worst days of their lives.

Ryan ran a hand through his hair, flipping it stylishly as he flirted with the giggling Bethany, one of the new CNA's at Pathway Hospital. It was a private hospital; four storeys, counting the lobby with its front desk, outpatient physical therapy wing, gift store, labs and various offices that only those allowed within knew what they were for. Unlike many hospitals of its time, this hospital was more proactive and meant to cater to the wants and whims and utter lunacies of its patients. Because they paid top dollar for it, especially those who roomed at the top.

The second storey housed those short term or non-acute residents; the kind of people that would have a high turnout rate. While luxurious, they were also made so as to be easier to clean after their occupant was discharged. It was also those people that often would come back periodically for outpatient physical therapy and for wellness checks, as the hospital prided itself on customer service, or more like open-wallet service.

The third storey were for those acute cases, ICU, and hospice patients that could pay an exorbitant monthly price for a luxurious room that they probably didn't even realize they were in. Many were there to die in comfort with staff hand-picked for their skill-set and image, because who wants to have their last moments looking at someone whose gender was a mystery, and not in a good way. Simply speaking, either you died, were moved down to the second floor and were lucky enough to obtain one of the few premium rooms down there, or paid the stroke-inducing cost to stay in one of the rooms in the top storey.

Plainly said, it was not surprising to only have half of the rooms occupied on the top floor, though half of those empty rooms were sometimes bought additionally by the residents for any visitors to meet with them. It would be atrocious to actually allow visitors in their own private room, so it was not surprising to see a decorator or well-dressed workers on the hospital's payroll shuffling furniture around- quietly, of course.

While Ryan, a nurse of the Station 4 West section was chatting with the pretty hazel-eyed, long light brown haired Bethany rather than completing his med pass, several of the other, less homely nurses could only roll their eyes and frown. This was a common occurrence with Ryan, whose careful flirting or brown-nosing made him too popular to even consider reprimand. At this point, he was hardly even a nurse, seeing as it was often the other nurses that completed at least half of his time-sensitive med passes. Ryan didn't follow a clock, but Ryan Time. And Ryan Time right now was flirting with Bethany, who was also safely within Ryan's halo- anyone within Ryan's halo was exempt from being written up for not doing their work.

In fact, it was those that didn't cover for these events that were given trouble, especially the CNA's assigned buddies. What are buddies? They are the people that are supposed to assist you with anything that required more than one set of hands and would cover your patients while you went to lunch. And, it just so happened that Fenix was the unlucky soul whose buddy was Bethany.

Fenix, unlike many of the CNA's working at the hospital, was not manly or suave or handsome or charismatic. In fact, Fenix was more of a 'unique taste' kind of flavor. Even at nineteen, though at a respectable height of five-nine, he inadvertently couldn't help but carry the 'school boy' mantle. He was slender and innocent-looking with a baby-face and the most vivid blue-green eyes, which were toned down by the black-rimmed glasses he often wore. His hair was fluffy, neither brown nor blond and his meek disposition often had the older female patients gift him with candy, saying things like, 'there's a good dear' or 'Such a good boy'.

As luck would have it, though, more times than not, when an older male 'gentleman' was assigned to him, it was not candy that they often offered. But, thankfully, the hospital does not allow for side-deals- tips, yes, but there was to be no physical shenanigans between the staff and its patients. After the patients left, sure, if that's what you want, but there is one thing that is held above the patients staying at the hospitals, and that is taking sexual action beyond the occasional grope. Threatening or forcing yourself upon a worker in any fashion is met with a lawsuit of grand proportions, considering that it is within the legally binding contract that was signed before entry.

It just so happened that Fenix was the wrong type of popular, and Ryan, at the other end, was the right type. With a sigh at the happily chatting couple, he could only answer one more of Bethany's patients who had been purposely doing everything he could to flash Fenix his 'above average appendage' in all states of arousal or do things requiring him to bend, lean or reach. It wasn't unusual for residents to become sexually frustrated and have on some form of porn occasionally, but it was another thing to answer a call to someone in the throws of masterbating to porn for the lube present in his side night stand drawer.

Fenix's cheeks flushed bright red as the younger, less muscled and obviously 'younger' male began to moan louder as the camera did a close-up of him being thrust forward with his forearms on the mattress and dark blond hair beginning to stick to his forehead. In the background, one could hear the masculine grunting of the other man, Fenix looking away just after the shot panned out to show the back of the other male on the bed, hips pistoning, muscles bunching on a well-maintained but older mature male whose hair was a mix of dark and light gray.

"Like what you see?" The man, Mr. Galthrop, asked in a husky voice, hand still working with the squelching help of the lube.

With a loud gulp, Fenix stutteringly excused himself, turning away and walking rigidly while feeling the man's eyes following his ass rather than the one being plowed on the tv in front of him. What was supposed to be a nice, well-paced day with mostly motherly older ladies turned into a nightmare of double the patient workload and triple the sexual harassment. Don't misunderstand now, it wasn't just older men that propositioned him, but many middle-aged ladies often did as well, offering to make him a 'man'- and there were people of all ages present, but he was placed with patients who liked him 'type', and that often happened to be those in that age group. He wondered how that was done.

Leaving the room once more with a flushed and sweaty face, hunched shoulders and arms tucked in, he could only hope that Ryan would run out of steam and decide to actually do his job. Though, if he was really unlucky, the two may just disappear for a bit longer, only to come back a little mussed and starry-eyed. And then ensuing drama until the girl was cool with only being a fuck buddy, quit or was placed in a different area of the hospital. It didn't happen often, but that didn't mean that it wasn't still gossiped about periodically.