“And I’m sure you have a suggestion.”
Ellie said “Massage. We think some of the patients could really benefit. Just something to keep the blood circulating in arms and legs.”
“We have a massage therapist on staff already.”
“And she is busy all day. We’re not trying to take over her work, but just to relax people. Those who need a real massage will still need the therapist.”
“Yeah. We’re not going to do any kind of therapeutic work, but only something to ease stiffness and general aches and keep blood flowing. Just light duty stuff. It’s another way to connect with them on a personal level, like you want us to.”
“I’ll run it by the therapist and if she gives it her blessing you have my permission.”
Helen accompanied the girls the first few times they tried it and was pleased with the results. “It looks like there are benefits, so go ahead as needed.”
They tried it out on many patients. Even very sick elderly patients perked up and seemed to feel better after a hands on treatment.
A middle aged woman in Room 422 was quite depressed at having to stay in the hospital. The girls loosened the gown and massaged her back and the backs of her legs. When the patient rolled over they began with her legs. Diana had an idea and began with the lower legs and made long strokes up the legs and over the torso, all the way to her neck. At first the woman was startled, but soon closed her eyes. Diana brought her hands back down over the woman’s breasts, and her thumbs stroked the crease between legs and body. Again and again she applied the long, slow strokes, and began to press her thumbs on either side of the vulva.
Ellie took up the leg massage and let Diana continue to work the body, softly stroking breasts and nipples and squeezing the labia together until the hair began to glisten.
The woman repeatedly sighed. When Diana stroked over the breasts Ellie laid a hand flat over the woman’s sex and gently pressed, using a slow circular motion.
The heart monitor beeps increased in frequency and her breathing quickened until she made a little cry out as she had a mini orgasm. The girls gradually lessened their strokes until their hands were still on the woman’s body.
“What did you just do to me?”
“We hope we didn’t offend you, but it seemed like it was something that would relax you.”
“That it did. I wish my husband paid as much attention to me. You will come back again, won’t you?”
“If you would like it we would be pleased.”
The girls used their ‘therapy’ on the woman several times a week.
Helen took them aside one day. “I don’t know what you have done with Mrs. Adams in 422, but her blood pressure is down and her spirits are up. She has progressed to the point where she will be discharged, but insists you two visit her once more before she leaves.
They found Mrs. Adams sitting up in bed, her face made up and looking quite cheerful.
“I’m so glad you could make it. You don’t make house calls do you?”
Ellie laughed “We don’t have any time with all we have to do here. But if the nursing school doesn’t work out, who knows?”