Sergey, who looked out of the window with boredom all two hours of a trip along a poorly asphalt road winding between coppices and fields, finally woke up: that's it, they arrived. He disembarked with his belongings from the bus of children and adolescents who had brought them to a mixed-age crowd, and, blinking from the bright sun, walked to the camp administration building. His parents literally drove him to the summer camp — they wanted to take a break from their offspring. Sergei, too, was not opposed to temporarily free himself from their obsessive care, but to drive him into this wilderness! Nevertheless, he gave a red-haired and fat aunt-manager a ticket paid for by his parents and went to the room of the senior detachment (the guy had already moved to the 11th year of graduation). Not finding anyone among the neighbors in the ward of anyone with whom it was possible to communicate, he walked through the camp territory out of boredom. Everything was standard there: a canteen, a first-aid post, a sports area, and a large asphalt area for rulers. Sergey read everything that was posted on the bulletin board, after which he even signed up to take part in a two-day hike to a local landmark - a group of rocky ledges under the symbolic name "Seven Brothers".

It was on this hike (according to tourist standards - just a walk on rough terrain 15 kilometers) that the CASE happened to him - the event that turned his whole life upside down. The “tourists” did not have time to move away from the camp even five kilometers away, when Sergey received a pretty blow on the senseless head. When the noisy crowd of teenagers, stretched out strongly, climbed a steep forest path, it was he who fell on the crown of a decent thickness of the dead-bore trunk at which the branches holding the dead tree broke. Then, jumping aside in fear, he collapsed into a deep ravine and quite badly hurt himself and tore his foot on the right foot with fragments of a beer bottle broken by someone. After a decent stir and stupid hustle and bustle of a unsuccessful tourist on a stretcher, hastily dragged from the camp, they were taken to a local medical center, at the disposal of medical assistant Lyuba.

Lyuba was a very colorful person - a young, very pretty woman, a natural blonde with thick long hair and big bright blue eyes. Pretty slim - all the lines that relied on the ladies with parameters close to 90-60-90 she had. Beautiful long legs, nice-shaped hands with small elegant tassels. But here is her height! One hundred and ninety-eight centimeters! Next to her, all the men from the camp staff (and not only) looked short-sighted ... It is quite natural that they avoided being near her by all means.

When Sergey was brought to the medical center, the nurse helped the porters to the observation room, where she told Sergey to undress to her underwear and helped him to climb onto a large flat table. Then I asked all the attendants to go to the exit. Having examined the huge lump on the top of the young man, Lyuba gently took his head in her hands and swung it from side to side. Sergey immediately felt severe dizziness and barely restrained a nausea attack. The nurse has confidently noted:

- Mild concussion is present!

Then she took his foot - made three injections of novocaine, treated the wound, and put a few stitches, after which the “wounded” was given a tight bandage. Next came the turn of smaller damage. Sergei had his entire right side peeled off - numerous deep scratches were sore and bleeding. The paramedic injected the patient under the scapula with a shot from tetanus and began to lubricate the scratches with iodine. Everything was going well until she came close to the place closed by her underpants - there were scratches under them too, droplets of dried blood were clearly visible on the light gray linen.The young woman hesitated for a moment, but then resolutely pulled the panties down and ... suddenly recoiled - jumping out of the linen folds literally into her hand, poured hard and boldly rebelled young and strong penis! And the patient, located sideways to her, lay with his eyes closed and pretended that nothing was happening.

It's good that Lyuba was wearing gloves - otherwise she would have thrown out something inappropriate. And so the paramedic just blushed deeply and grabbed a napkin that covered the tray with tools and quickly threw it over the erect organ. Finally, the treatment of “grave wounds” was completed and the patient's underwear was required to be replaced. Sergey, somlevshiy from anesthesia, still remained in a half asleep state. Lyuba tried to put the laundry back into place herself, putting her hands on the sides of the young man’s body and pulling the fabric up so as not to touch his penis, but nothing happened: the not cleaned napkin crumpled and caught on the head of the still solid organ and interfered in the most important place.

The paramedic had to overcome her shame, put her hand on the napkin, under which there was an ill-fated process, lightly press it down, and return the panties with her other hand. With a sigh of relief, she slowly pulled the napkin out of Sergey's underwear and wiped the sweat from her forehead. But almost immediately a cold sweat broke through her again: “His dick was just there! And I took this rag, and on my face! ”.

Other "merry" thoughts immediately ran:

- He's not walking! And I sent all the assistants out ... There is no gurney, it’s not supposed to have crutches in this wretched medical center if ordered in the city - when they bring it. But it’s necessary to bring him to bed ... And then he will have to be led to the toilet - a young guy will most likely refuse to give him a “duck”! Yes, and then I will have to climb several times a day to him under a blanket ... (neither the nurses, nor the nurses at the tiny medical center were supposed to).

With an agonizing sigh, Lyuba slipped the ill-fated napkin into the pocket of her dressing gown, and taking the “wounded” by the shoulders, helped the guy to sit down, and then, throwing his hand around his neck and somehow slid off the table - it was impossible to hesitate - the Novocain action was about to end and then all operations to move the "wounded" will be very complicated! For about five minutes, they walked on three legs to the isolation ward with two bunks, and the nurses relieved to lower the carcass of the patient onto one of them. She threw back the sheet (due to the hot weather, there were no blankets on the beds), and correcting the pillow said:

- Have a rest at the ranbolnaya ... - Sergey during the “walk” came to his senses a bit and looked up in surprise:

- As you said?

Lyuba, too, was already so recovered from embarrassment that she was able to joke:

- So the wounded during the war were called - so that it was clear that the fighter did not jump up, but a combat wound. You, too, have something like a concussion ...

Sergey fell down on the disassembled bed, covered himself with a sheet in half with a sin, and fidgeted a little, fell silent. The paramedic went to the lookout, cleaned up after the operation and returned to visit the "wounded" again. Entering the ward, she heard him noisily drawing in the air and on the exhale quietly moaning. Sergey's eyes were closed, a pained grimace froze on his face. The anesthesia ended its action and the freshly stitched wound caused waves of pulsating pain in the young man. Lyuba stood in the door for half a minute and asked sympathetically:

- Maybe you still have a shot? Or give sleeping pills?

Sergey opened his eyes, turned his head in her direction and smiled faintly:

- No, it is not necessary, the less drugs, the healthier the patients ...

- Well, look, just because it is not so easy to endure pain, today you will not fall asleep for sure.

- And you sit with me, Love ... I do not know how you are by patronymic ...

- Actually, Lyubov Grigorevna ... But you can call me “Aunt Lyuba” - here all the children call me that.

- Sit with me Aunt Lyuba, - Sergey once again asked, - we will talk with you and I will distract from the pain ...

- Well, well, not for long. - The paramedic came up and gently sat on the edge of the bed so as to see the face of Sergei.He had recovered a bit and now looked at her curiously. Then he turned a little, to lie flat on his back and said almost in a whisper:

- Take my hand, Aunt Lyuba, it will become so much easier for me.

Lyuba hesitated a little ...