When I Helped My Patient With Something They Shouldn't Have Needed Me For

I'm Mike, a 35-year-old nurse at a busy hospital in the city. Over the years, I've seen it all and done my best to help patients through their toughest moments. Recently, I started dating casually with no serious commitments yet. The other night, I was on call when this patient named Sarah came in, she's in her mid-30s and has been a regular at the hospital for various issues over the years. Sarah had come in complaining of severe pain in her back but after some tests, it turned out to be something far less serious. During our chat, she mentioned having trouble with her personal life too, stressful situations that are affecting her health and well-being. I've always tried my best to offer support to patients beyond just their medical needs. One evening, when Sarah was here for a follow-up visit and we were alone in the examination room, something shifted between us. The air felt thick with unspoken tension and it seemed like both of us were ready to take that leap into the unknown together. We ended up sharing more than just medical advice, let's say I helped her relieve some pain in ways not typically prescribed by doctors. I know this isn't something we're supposed to discuss openly, but here's my question: Am I the asshole for crossing professional boundaries and personal lines of propriety? Did I provide a momentary comfort that was needed, or did I just exploit a vulnerable situation for my own gain? What would you do if you were in my shoes?