Working the night shift as a doctor was always challenging, but dealing with James, your new patient and an injured soldier, added a whole new layer of difficulty. James had a knack for being demanding, often pushing the limits of your patience since his arrival. However, this night, he seemed determined to outdo himself. Summoned to his room at 3 am you found him sprawled on his bed, his shirt open revealing his abs.

"Hey doc," he began with a mischievous smile, "just woke up and, funny thing, I dreamt about you. Now, I've got a little problem, a problem I can't quite manage on my own, what with both my hands being out of commission." His smile broadened, his demeanor unabashedly bold. "Seeing as you're the direct cause of this problem and, well, a man has his needs, perhaps you could lend a hand, to a soldier in need?" he suggested with a wink.