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Angel of Mercy by Unknown "I can't believe it," Nicole thought to herself. "It's acutally been pretty slow today. I've even gotten to have lunch!" She chuckled silently to herself. The Urgent Care clinic was usually pretty active, but only one or two patients had come in, and then only minor ailments. Nicole leaned back in her chair and enjoyed the calm. Unfortunately, it didn't last. "Hey, Nicole!" She looked up and saw Dr. Williams wave her over. "I need your help with this one." Nicole sighed, thinking, "It couldn't last, I guess," then got up and went in the examination room. Sitting on the table, to her surprise, was her friend Troy! "What happened, Troy?" she asked. He grimaced and replied, "I was just playing some football, and didn't see the hole in the field." Dr. Williams tested his right ankle, looking over the swelling. "I don't think it's too serious, but I want to immobilize it for a few weeks just in case." He turned to Nicole and said, "Get a cast technician to put on a cast, then your friend can go home." He scribbled something on a pad and added, "Here is a prescription for an anti-inflammatory, to reduce the swelling." "Thanks, Doc," Troy said. "Well, Nicole, looks like I won't be going out any time soon." "Don't worry, big guy. I'll drop by to check on you. And I'll make sure you get a GOOD cast," she teased. She left the room and went to find Kate, the cast tech. Nicole had an idea... Nicole checked in with Troy every other day, making sure the cast fit and was still secure. Around the sixth day, she got a call from him. "Hi, Nicole! Listen, I'm a little worried. My cast has gotten loose and I'd appreciate it if you could make sure it's still okay. Oh, and thanks SO much for the bright purple cast! It goes with EVERYTHING." Nicole laughed and replied, "Couldn't help myself, Troy. I need to get some things, so I'll be there in an hour, okay?" She heard him say, "All right. See you then!" and hang up. Little evil wheels began to spin in Nicole's mind. She gathered a kit for her mission of "mercy"...a child's toothbrush, assorted feathers, some Q-tips, baby oil, and some rope. She knew that since the cast was loose, that meant the swelling had gone down, leaving room at the bottom of the cast...to insert all sorts of ticklish devices, to repay him for his previous "kindness" to her. Nicole drove up to Troy's house, noting that one of his friends was there. She recognized him as the friend that had brought him to the clinic, Mike. "Hi, Mike!" she greeted him. "Oh, hi, Nicole, right?" "Right. Listen, would you like to help me play a trick on Troy?" Mike grinned. "What do you have in mind?" They conspired for a few minutes, then entered the house. Troy was sitting in his recliner, with his feet raised. "Hey, Nicole. Thanks for coming out," he said, unaware of what awaited. "Oh, no problem! Now, let's see what's going on." She pulled up a nearby chair, and positioned it in front of his upraised feet. While this was going on, Mike circled around behind the chair, waiting for his cue. Nicole took out a wooden tongue depresser and stuck it down into the space at the bottom of the cast. It slid down easily to the back, leaving some working room. "Troy, would you just take a deep breath and relax? Let your arms down at your sides and hang there," she instructed. He complied, relaxing his body. Mike saw the opening, and took both wrists, wrapped them behind the chair and tied them together with the rope Nicole had given him. At the same time, Nicole looped a rope around Troy's ankles, tying them to the footrest. "Hey! What's going on?" Troy yelled, surprised. Mike laughed and said, "Just helping Nicole give you some 'therapy,' buddy." He lightly smacked Troy's arm, and went outside. "Therapy?" Troy repeated, realizing what was happening. Nicole smiled evilly. "When you told me there was extra room in your cast, I knew the swelling had gone down. So now, I can...pay you back for the 'help' you gave me." She raised the child's toothbrush up so he could see it, then said in her best doctor's voice, "This won't hurt a bit." Troy didn't even bother to protest. He clamped his eyes shut, trying to block out the tickling sensations. Nicole first took the blunt edge of the toothbrush, running it up and down the sole of his foot. "How are those reflexes, pal?" she taunted. He gritted his teeth and got out, "F-fine, heh, just fine." His toes flexed, trying to shake off the ticklish caress. "Maybe I should move to the next level, then," she cheerfully replied. She flipped the small toothbrush around, scrubbing underneath the curl of the toes on his large size 13 foot. There was no holding back now! He let out a loud, "HAAAHAAAAAHAA! Noooo-ho-ho-hooooo! Ni-cooooole! AHHH!" Troy strained at the ropes, roaring with laughter. It had been a long time since HE had been on the receiving end of any tickling, and his resistance was weak. "HEEEHEEEHEEEEE! WHA-HAAHAAAAAAA!" Nicole put a mockingly worried expression on her face. "Hmm, not much response to the reflex test. Maybe I should compare it to the good leg." She took out a stiff feather from her bag, inserted it between the toes on his left foot, and began pulling it through slowly. "AHHHH! HEEHEEEEE! You-hoo-hoo are going to ge-heh-t it, sooooo bad! HAAHAAAAAAHAAA!" She added her fingernails to the instep, while stroking the toes with the feather. Try as he might, Troy couldn't move his foot out of the tickling range nor get loose from his bonds. "HAAHAAAHAA! HOOOOHOOHOOOOO! H-h-how's THAT for re-hee-hee-flexes?" She laughed herself and replied, "Pretty good, but let's see the full range of those reflexes." Nicole, extremely ticklish herself, occasionally enjoyed the other side of tickling. It was rare for her to be in the role of tickler and she was out to enjoy herself. She knew all too well how it felt, which made it even more fun. "Perhaps it's time I tried the feather inside your cast," Nicole stated. "NO!" Troy pleaded. "Please, Nicole, don't do that!!!" "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I must. I'm sure I read about this treatment in one of my nurses' handbooks." Troy looked dismayed. "What handbook was that?" Nicole's grin appeared both angelic and mischevious. "Why, 'Bedside Manners: A Practical Guide for the Dominant Nurse,' by the Marquis DeSade. So, what do you think? I made perfect marks in that class." With that, Nicole proceeded to slip the feather down the foot of the cast. Troy sputtered, then laughed outright at the contact of the feather to his now-overly sensitive foot. "St-stooopppp!" Troy pleaded through his laughter. "Aww, what's the matter?" Nicole teased. "Is that foot just a little sensitive after being cooped up in that cast for the last 6 days?" Knowing JUST how sensitive an appendage can be after being enclosed in a cast, Nicole put every tickling maneuver she knew into the tickling of Troy's casted foot. She made the feather swirl and dance across his foot. She tried to focus the tip so that it caressed the arch over and over again. Through it all, she teased him with her words. "Tickle, tickle, cootchie cootchie coo! Poor baby, all ticklish and the bad ol' nurse keeps tickling your feet. Hmmm, should I stop or tickle you some more?" All Troy could do was laugh and yell, "PLEASE!" Deliberately misunderstanding, Nicole laughed and replied, You don't have to beg, I'll be HAPPY to tickle you some more!" Putting the feather aside, she said, "Now, let's see what else I have in my little black bag. I think maybe I have something right, no, not this yet...hmm, now where in the world did I put...Ah, ha! I knew I'd remembered to pack this!" She removed some baby oil and Q-tips. Dipping the Q-tips in the oil, Nicole made a point of saying, "This MAY take awhile, so just relax, okay?" Troy, whose giggling was finally coming under control, couldn't help but look to see exactly what Nicole was doing. "Oh, NO! Not THOSE! AHHHH!" She rubbed the cotton tips up along the helpless, bare soles, along the insteps. The reaction was electric. "Hee, hee, HAAAHAAAA! WHO-HOOOOOO!" Troy's head whipped from side to side, while his voice grew hoarse from laughter. Nicole chuckled in glee, moving the Q-tip inbetween his toes, watching them squirm in ticklish torment. "NOOOOOO! No-ho mo-hooore!" Troy managed to get out between fits of hilarity. "Ple-hee-hee-ase, no more on my feet! Anything but that!" She continued stroking all over his helpless feet, causing raucous jags of laughter from her captive. "Anything but tickling your tender feet, eh?" Nicole asked. "Hee, ha, ye-heh-ess. Anything!" Troy gasped. "All right, I'm not totally merciless. If you let me tickle you anywhere but your feet for another five minutes, I prmoise not to tickle them," she offered. Realizing that this was the only game in town, he replied, "Okay, you win." Nicole removed the Q-tips and moved her chair over to the side of the recliner. She took a feather and lightly ran it underneath his chin, along his neck. Troy kept trying to pin the feather under his chin, but Nicole kept deftly moving it. "Heehee, th-hah-at's me-hee-hee-n!" She smiled at the meek protest. She then took her fingers and ran them along his ribcage, making giggle and squirm. "Hmm, your heart's racing, young man!" Nicole gleefully chided. "HaaaHAAAHAAA! HEEEHEEHEEEE! I'll g-g-et you! Hoooohaaa!" Troy weakly retorted. She began counting ribs individually. "One, two, three...now you've made me lose count! One, two..." He flinched and laughed, then laughed some more, not so secretly loving every minute of her tickling caresses. Nicole checked her watch, and dutifully reported, "That's my five minutes, buddy." Troy calmed down to giggles, and said, "Th-thank, hee, goone-heh-ss. Hee, hee, hee." She untied the ropes, then said, "It looks like everything's all right here. My work is done." Troy smirked and quipped, "What a humanitarian." He got his crutches and stood up to face Nicole. They gave each other a big hug, and Troy kissed her on the cheek. "Thanks a lot for the visit. I needed it," Troy said honestly. Nicole blushed a little and said, "So did I. I'll see you at the clinic next week. Time for the cast to come off." He nodded and replied, "I'll be there." Troy walked her to the door, and watched her get into her car. Nicole waved goodbye and pulled out. "And then, maybe I can 'take care' of you," he thought mischeviously. |
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