Despite the rising chill and accumulating bruises from falling, Samuel found he rather enjoyed skiing. The trip was quite the experience for the normally cash-strapped college student. The whole thing had been subsidized by the school's outdoors program, and he'd been making friendly connections with the other students on the ride over. After receiving instructions and training the basics, Sam felt confident enough to tackle an actual slope.
The first few slaloms went well enough, and with the help of his pizza-and-french-fries technique, his confidence with managing the powdery mountainside grew with each successful pass. Thinking himself a quick study, Samuel slid up to the Intermediate course for the ride of a lifetime. It all began well enough, but when his downward momentum rapidly accelerated, he failed to intervene adequately. The young man's ski tips converged too late, and instead caused him to lurch forward head-over-heels. Brought down in a rapid tumble, Sam never saw the snowmobile that he inadvertently intercepted. With a clamorous crash, everything went dark for the young man.
***
In all his years, Sam had never had to endure anything quite like his long hospital stay. The accident had been nasty, and the doctors claimed he was lucky to be alive, though the freshman couldn't even remember much of that day. His injuries required advanced traction and an almost full-body cast, immobilizing him utterly. The restraining nature of his infirmity wore down at every aspect of life Sam treasured. He'd always been fond of outdoor activities, spending time with his friends, and was excited to begin the college experience in earnest.
Now it looked like his life had been sent on a wildly different trajectory. The school had been understanding, but he'd missed the semester. Samuel's friends stopped visiting as much, his prolonged recovery dragging from weeks to months. Worse, Sam, nor the doctors, had any idea how much of his previous physical capacity the student would retain, considering the severity of his numerous bone fractures. For all he knew, the rest of his studies on campus would be spent in a wheelchair, an unsavory prospect for the once-sprightly youth.
Sam supposed he should feel lucky to be alive, but a bitterness crept into his mind while his body mended. His parents had been pushed to the edge trying to find time to stay by his side, and the insurance only covered so much. Every day that passed without change in his stuffy hospital ward brought Sam deeper into a sullen despair. His injuries did not heal painlessly, and the anguished young man began lashing out at his infrequent visitors. Sam was frustrated and looking for anyone to blame. Pent up and bound in his bedridden hell, he kept willing himself to mend quicker. Despite his motivation to escape, the doctors kept telling him his journey to recovery was far from over.
After Sam had gotten into a yelling argument with his last nurse over their sponge-bathing technique, the young man wasn't surprised when a new caretaker arrived to check on him next. However, Samuel was greatly surprised to by the sight of the new nurse. Anthropomorphic people were rare in his rural locale, and the woman's piscine features reminded of a shark, though her fleshy barbels and beady eyes reminded him of a catfish. She was tan colored, and the tiny scales comprising her skin had a sparkling, mottled appearance to their rough surface.
She introduced herself with surprisingly cheery enthusiasm, her husky voice having a smoker's grit, "Hey there, honey. My name's Viola. Don't mind my appearance none, I'm your new nurse." Viola rested one of her webbed hands lightly upon Sam's shoulder as she spoke, an unusually comforting gesture from the staff here. "I heard you've been having a rough time of it. It's no fair for a man your age to get all rocked up and plopped down in a hospital bed like a houseplant, so know that you've got my sympathies. Now, how 'bout you let this nurse shark nurse you back to health, so you can get out of here?" Sam was too awestruck by the shark woman's odd appearance and friendly demeanor to do much more than mumble back an affirmation, preparing enduring another trying sponge bath.
Just shifting and moving his limbs was trying for for the injured lad, even after months of bed rest in casts. The methodical bathing process for someone in his injured state was extremely uncomfortable and humiliating for Samuel, usually, but Viola's ministrations were different. She had a tenderness to her efforts that eased the soreness that arose from even his most innocuous movements. The young man quickly found himself melting into the big shark nurse's tending. Her large, finned arms cradled him while she washed his back like he was an infant. He couldn't help but turn his head towards the crook of her thick arm, inhaling her exotic scent with relish. Viola's tawny hide had a strong fishy odor, which reminded him of savory seafood. Suddenly, Sam felt a rousing that hadn't transpired for ages, thanks to the strong medications used to soothe his heavy physical injuries. Either from professionalism or focus, the nurse shark paid his masculine excitement no attention as she continued steadfastly cleansing him, humming soothingly while she worked.
Something about nurse Viola's presence was helping to change Samuel's soured disposition. He acquire a newfound zest for life, eagerly awaiting the next visit from the kindly nurse shark. His parents were decent people, but often found themselves distracted with the rigors of life, and offered little warmth before or after Samuel's accident. The piscine medical worker oozed a kind of nurturing spirit that quenched a deep longing in Sam's neglected heart. He found himself obsessing over her physical appearance as well.
Sam would often spend the nights fondly remembering Viola's bountiful, feminine curves, and unique shark anatomy. Her toothy grin and finned limbs always startled and pleased something deep in his sense of aesthetic appreciation. The would-be freshman would look for any opportunity to examine Viola's plump rear in depth, examining the tantalizing aperture of her nurse's uniform where the shark's fleshy tail protruded from. Sam frequently requested that the nurse shark adjust the room's window blinds, which would cause her to turn from him and bend slightly over in distraction. He would take this opportunity to turn and lean towards her as best he could, exalting in the sporadic whiffs of her pungent piscine aroma.
Finally, Sam's building passion towards the voluptuous nurse shark crested into full-blown romantic ardor. He wanted Viola, any way he could have her. Sam desperately wanted to feel her, to hold her, to taste her... But at the same time, Samuel realized that his graphic wishes were beyond outlandish. The layers between him and Viola pursuing things further were numerous: she could lose her job fraternizing with him, she seemed to hold more matronly feelings towards him than amorous, and they weren't even the same species. All the same, stifled as he was, Sam's erotic interest simply compounded with the time and proximity he shared with Viola. His mind worked feverishly through the long periods of bedridden isolation, thinking of some way he could realize his furtive desires.
Nurse Viola was grateful to see her troubled patent, Samuel, looking better than ever this morning. He'd been recovering steadily under her care, and she was happy at being able to help such a sweet young man through such a dark period. While she adjusted his window blinds like usual, the nurse shark listened to Samuel's voice fondly recount memories from his childhood, "I barely ever got to know my aunt, except for her love for the ocean. She was a consummate fisherwoman, and I'll never forget all those dreamy days spent out on the docks with her. It was the high-point of my childhood in many ways, and I can still feel the sea spray in my face, smell the scent of the beachfront... You remind me a lot of those days, Viola. I never would have made it this far, if not for your loving help. You rejuvenate me."
The big shark woman inwardly preened to hear such kind words, croakily responding, "Oh, you're so sweet! It fills my hear with joy to see you doing better, Sam, and you are doing better. The tests are coming back positive, they say you can get out of here and start physical therapy soon!"
Viola was too distracted to notice the flash of worry appear on Sam's face, as he realized his chances were slipping away. Realizing needed to lean into this more heavily, Sam carefully responded, "I... that's wonderful. I think it's all thanks to you, Viola. I never would of found my way forward without you. Whenever you're near, my heart fills to bursting, and I realize I can make it through this. You remind me so much of my aunt, before she passed from all that... cancer. Could you come closer? Whenever you're near, I think of those happy times... of the smell of the sea."
The nurse shark suddenly felt a bit concerned, worrying if Samuel might be a bit bottled-up from his long stay. She'd dealt with patients becoming overly attached before, and she had a sense of the young man's burgeoning feelings towards her. Still, she was a nurturing person, and instantly walked over to his beside, knelt down, and offered him a gentle hug, "Awh, c'mere. You're going to get through this just fine, Sam, I know you will. I'm happy to have met you, and I'll never forget you once you're better and gone."
In response, Viola felt Sam tremble slightly in her strong arms, his atrophied muscles trying to return the tender embrace, "Mmm, I smell it. I smell the scent of the ocean on you, Viola. I miss my aunt so much though, she always knew how to help me through hard times like this. Please let me just... reminisce about her, with your help. The smell of your body it's... it's profoundly healing my spirit." For emphasis, Samuel clutched at the big nurse shark like sloth, nestling his face into her stomach while he deeply inhaled against her belly button.
Nurse Viola's alarm was rising from the escalating situation as Samuel nuzzled her pudgy belly with increasing passion. His scrawny body was draped all over hers, and she worried about complicating any of his mending fractures. Still, her famously abundant sense of empathy was triggered by the child-like tenderness she was receiving from the smaller human, and she couldn't help but return the affection. "Settle down now, Samuel, you're getting... feisty."
"Please, the ocean, I have to smell the ocean... I have to remember what it was like, being a happy and carefree child with my beloved aunt. Don't deny me this just... get on the bed. I just need to breathe that fragrance deep again, feel the sea spray in my face..." As he spoke, Samuel was wiggling up over and around Viola's body like a feeble, but determined, worm. Viola was trying to push his advances away, but she was afraid of handling him too roughly, and Samuel was steadfastly persistent.
Having to keep him from flopping off the bed, the nurse shark finally groaned back, "Fine, okay, make it quick! I don't... this treatment isn't part of your care plan!" Viola felt a bit flustered and caught-up in the moment as she clambered up on the medical bed, taking care not to squish Samuel underneath. She heaved one finned leg over, and was straddling over her patient's chest. She suddenly felt a bit ridiculous, facing away from her stir-crazy patient with his diminished legs sticking out from between her knees. "Sam I don't know... I have to go-- Aiiee!" The shark woman's halting reproach was interrupted when Sam managed to get his head underneath her thick tail, huffing greedily up into Viola's sensitive inner thigh. The shark's consternation peaked when she felt his weak hand pull her lacy panties down, and his wet tongue languidly draw across her labial lips. She reached around back and pried Samuel's face from her behind with surprising difficulty, gruffly whispering, "Damnit, Sam! You're going to get me in trouble, get outta there!"
"Please, we'd catch so many fish, me and my aunt. I can taste it, I can taste the nostalgia, the sea itself! Pleassssee--Hmmpphh" Sam's pleading request became muffled as he settled his face back into the crook between Viola's girthy tail and thighs. Every part of the experience was sensational for the young man. The uniquely gritty texture of Viola's shark skin kept his face easily planted against her clinging, tacky flesh. The amino scent and taste of her fishy privates overwhelmed his taste and smell, bringing him to a sensuous high. The nurse shark tried to rise up off the bed, but Sam cinched his withered arms around her midsection like a belt, holding his head up under her wagging shark tail.
Viola simply didn't know what to do, feeling deeply embarrassed and fearful of being discovered while her patient's wet tongue explored the crevasses of her neglected shark vagina. She kept getting distracted by his happy murmurs and slurping noises, until a rising sight caught her beady eyes. Between her legs arose a surprisingly impressive tent under the cotton bed sheet, happily confirming that Samuel wasn't entirely paralyzed below the waist. The hefty nurse shark felt profoundly conflicted, sprawled atop her horny, slavering patient who might get crushed like an eggshell if she collapsed her full weight upon him. Viola kept nervously glancing at the hospital room's door, praying nobody walked in on this illicit and unplanned encounter between nurse and patient. She knew she had to stop this tawdry, ill-advised nonsense, but at the same time, her puffed-out pubic mound settled gratefully against the man's stubbly face, and her inner walls kept reflexively clenching up against his slithering tongue. Simultaneously, Samuel's swollen erection poked up at her with pleading earnestness, barely covered under the thin hospital sheet. What was a shark to do?