Before they could be caught Ellie dismounted and leaned over him. “Hey, big boy. If you wake up you can have a piece of that.”
There was no response, but the girls thought it a most interesting development. It was certainly not something they would share with Helen or any of the other hospital staff, though.
That evening they considered what they had learned.
“That woman sure got better in a hurry,” Diana noted.
“And that man in a coma. There’s no denying the change in his vitals.”
“I think we may be on to something here. Maybe sex is therapeutic.”
“Sexual healing!”
“Now how can we make use of that?”
“Before we go off and publish a scientific paper or something I think we need more research.”
“Research! Yes, we need to do more research.”
“Right. I think our handwork is the most obvious place to start. We can’t just jump into bed with someone. That should only be attempted after careful consideration.”
“Are you seriously considering that, Ellie?”
“Maybe. Does that shock you, sister? Just because I’m little doesn’t mean…”
“I know, I know. I’m not implying that you wouldn’t be desirable, because you sure are. But that is a huge step. We really took a chance with that guy in a coma.”
“But it worked, didn’t it? Doesn’t it stand to reason that the climax is very powerful? Maybe if they understood what we were doing…”
“What YOU are doing, my dear. I fully intend to expand the handwork, but draw the line at actual sex with them.”
“What if they want to play with those big beautiful tits of yours?”
“I’d consider that.”
“What if they want to put a hand in your pussy?”
“I’m not so sure about that.”
“I’d let them touch me anywhere that would result in increasing their sexual excitement.”
“You do just that. I’ll work on them with my hands while you let them grope you.”
“That’s what I call teamwork!”
They realized not everyone would be a candidate for extended ‘hands-on’ treatment, and needed to evaluate each patient individually.
******
“Good morning, Ellie. Good morning, Diana. I think I’d like for you to continue with my massages.”
Diana studied the chart as Helen looked on. “Mrs. Abernathy, it appears you are getting better every day.”
“Thanks to you. Nurse Tedder, I want to tell you these two have been godsends for my recovery.”
“So a number of other patients have told me.”
Diana handed the chart to Helen, who made notations from the monitors.
While Helen worked on the chart the girls began massaging legs with Mrs. Abernathy on her back. Diana wrapped both hands around a leg, gently squeezed, and ran her hands up and down the legs, from ankle to thigh. Ellie worked on arms.
Helen watched for a few minutes, and then hung up the chart again. “It appears you girls have things under control here. When you are finished here you can go to Mr. Bolton in 515.”
Ellie made a face, but Helen said “We have to treat everyone, whether we like them or not.”
Helen overheard and said “That’s what we all have to do here.”
When Helen left Mrs. Abernathy nervously made a request. “Um, Diana? Do you think you could continue all the way to the top of my leg?”