The last patient of the night presents an unexpected challenge to the dedicated nurse. As she adjusts his IV drip, he grabs her wrist, his eyes burning with lust. "I've been dreaming of you," he rasps, his grip tightening. She tries to pull away, but his strength surprises her. "I can't," she protests weakly, her heart pounding. "But you want to," he counters, his other hand reaching up to caress her breast through her uniform. She gasps, her nipples hardening at his touch, her resolve crumbling as she leans in, eager to fulfill his darkest desires.