With the slightly unnatural gait of an android, the gynoid I'd come to know as Nurse Melody stepped into my hospital room, shutting the door behind her. "So how's our guest today?" she asked, her eyes giving a slight whirring sound as the precision optics inside scanned over me.
I felt myself relax slightly, glad to have something other than a bored orderly staring at me for once. "Good. Very good," I answered.
Nurse Melody looked up from my chart and then turned her gaze back to me, a warm smile forming upon her synthetic lips. "Very good, you say?" she said. "But my optical sensors detect that you're experiencing discomfort. Your face and your shoulders appear flushed...you also appear to be hunching over slightly. Perhaps I should perform a physical inspection?"
That brought a surge of panic from deep within me—of course my face was flushed! I had developed a major crush upon the robotic nurse. If she were to perform a physical inspection, there's no way I'd be able to hide the erection that my hunched posture was currently attenpting to conceal from the android.
"Uh, I...uh, well...um, maybe we can postpone it until tomorrow," I said.
"Nonsense!" the gynoid responded, a small pout forming upon her face. "I would be remiss in my duties if I allowed a patient such as yourself to experience discomfort while under my care."
She approached the bed, placing a gloved hand on my chest as she ran a sensor-tipped finger across my neck and forehead. The faint humming of her diagnostic circuity faded away, and she then sat down beside me, resting her chin upon her knuckles as she continued to examine me with those digital eyes.
"Your temperature seems to be within acceptable range, yet you still seem flushed," she said, gently placing a gloved hand upon my chest to lean me back on the hospital bed to investigate why I was hunching over.
Once my back was flat against the sheets, the erection tenting my hospital gown was plainly revealed. My breathing grew ragged, my pulse raced as the robotic nurse gazed down upon my aroused manhood with her electronic eyes. "Oh," Melody said, realizing the truth behind my predicament. "You appear to be in quite a state of sexual arousal."
My head fell back onto the hospital pillow as my hands rose up from the covers and began to cover my face in shame. The realization of my embarrassment dawned upon her, and her positronic brain calculated