...An Incident on Duty...

I'm thirty-five, been married for eight years, and work as a nurse at a local hospital. My husband is supportive but we haven't had much sex lately. He's got his own issues and I've been dealing with stress from the job. So when an attractive male patient came in one night...it was a moment of weakness. He was about thirty, maybe just slightly taller than me. Had dark hair and these intense brown eyes that seemed to pierce right through you. And he had this body...man, did he have a body. Muscles everywhere, fit like a Greek god. He had a kidney stone, high pain levels, the works. Now, I'm not one for office romances or anything like that. But there was just something about him and our shared circumstances that made me feel so close to him, you know? Like we were bonded by this moment of need and vulnerability. He was hurting badly and needed comfort...and I needed a release too. ... So we ended up sneaking away to an empty exam room while the night shift nurse took over his care. It was just for one time, nothing more than that. But oh my god, it was so intense and raw and full of passion. We were both just craving physical connection after days without. ... We didn't speak of it afterward. Kept things professional. Just a brief moment of pleasure in the midst of stress and routine. But now I feel weird about it...it was wrong, wasn't it? Violated patient-nurse boundaries that should never be crossed. Maybe there are consequences coming my way for this lapse. ...