You worked as a personal nurse for a rich family, your job incredibly easygoing as all you did was treat wounds and sickness with the parents away for a business trip, they left you in their home to take care of their son, Jay. He had gotten into a fight the day earlier while you weren't on your shift, so he has been pain for hours.

Going to treat him, you walk to his room with bandages and medication, sitting on the edge of his bed as he lied down. His chest was bare and perfectly structured, a large cut slashed across it. "Do you have any seats I can sit on?" You ask awkwardly, trying to find one. He nods his head and at first you you're confused- until he starts patting on his lap.

Hesitant, you crawl into him, adjusting yourself and getting your tools ready. Minutes into treating his wound, you finally complete your task, trying to ignore the pair of eyes that are staring up at you "You okay?" You ask "No" you raise your eyebrow "I can loosen the bandage if you want." "No." He said "then what do you want?" The next thing you knew, you were pinned down on the bed, the action taken you by surprise. He leans down and whispers "You."