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Hannah pulled her pink Hello Kitty panties up, and then her white cable knit tights. She flushed the toilet and walked out of the bathroom stall to the sink to wash her hands, first pumping out the pink antibacterial gel, then running her hands under the warm water. As she grabbed a paper towel from the rusty old metal dispenser, she stood in front of the full-length mirror in the school's girl's restroom. She was wearing her normal school uniform, which required a white polo shirt, a dark blue skirt, and saddle shoes, with which she was wearing her preferred white cable-knit tights. Her long reddish brown hair went down to her shoulders, her bangs hanging low and straight above her pale face. Her big brown eyes looked sad from her earlier argument with her mother. Hannah put on her grey backpack and ran to Room 162, an anatomy and physics lab room, where she had her lunch period. After sitting and putting down her backpack, she unzipped it and pulled out her brown paper bag, which had a chicken salad sandwich, celery sticks, a small carton of milk and a candy bar. She took a few bites of her sandwich, followed by a small sip of milk. Everybody was quiet, not making much conversation. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in the light blue walls, old, dusty chalkboard with an AP Physics assignment written on it, a poster of the periodic table, and another of the skeleton.
After a couple of minutes, Hannah was overcome with nausea, and her throat slowly but surely began to tighten up. She placed her sandwich down as calmly as she could and hurried out the door to Room 162 towards a trash can at the end of the hallway of building 100. Her heart started beating very, very quickly as she stood with her head over the trash can, causing her to fall over.
Hannah slowly opened her eyes. She sensed that she was lying down on her back,with covers on her. She could also feel a mask covering her nose and mouth, and a stream of cool oxygen going through the mask to her face. The room she was in was cold and fairly dark, but the door was open to the adjacent hallway, which was bathed in a warm, yellow glow.
"Hey, there, Peanut," a familiar voice called out. It was her friend Heather from the school's soccer team. "What a way to spend your 18th birthday, huh?"
"Hey," said Hannah, sleepily. "I just remember intense nausea and a feeling of wanting to vomit. Am I in the hospital?"
"Yes, Hannah", said Heather.
"It's Wednesday morning now. Not Monday. I gotta go. Ms. Altman wants to talk to you. Doctor's out there, too. I'll see you tomorrow, probably. K?" "K, byeee." mumbled Hannah under her oxygen mask, waving.
In came Ms. Altman, the school's nurse, and Erica, the main nurse at St. Luke's. Nurse Erica flipped on a light. "Now you can actually see people, now, huh?" laughed Nurse Erica. Nurse Erica was a tall, tan, long haired platinum blonde woman of maybe 24. She had on a light blue scrub shirt and pants and white sneakers. Ms. Altman was a petite, pale, redhead whose curly hair was teased back in a ponytail. She had on a gray hoodie and jeans and her school ID.
"Hey, Peanut" she said. "How're you feeling?"
"Just plain beat. Scary that I was knocked out for two days!" replied Hannah, whose father's nickname for her was Peanut. "But I'm breathing better now. And no nausea anymore. I'm just weak." Hannah lifted her head up to try to see what Ms. Altman had in her hands. Ms. Altman reached and grabbed Hannah's hand and sat her up. Nurse Erica took Hannah's oxygen mask off. "You doing OK, sweety?" the nurse asked. Hannah nodded.
"OK", started Ms. Altman. "So…Dr. Shizuka said you were tested yesterday for various things to try to see what happened. You had a blood draw, a urinalysis, a fecal sample taken, and finally an allergy test, which is why your left arm looks kinda beat up."
"OK?" said Hannah, quietly.
"So you have a major peanut allergy which caused you to go into shock." explained Ms. Altman. Hannah's eyes were increasingly fixated on this white object with two yellow rubber bands hanging from it.
"I have a letter from the principal," Ms. Altman sighed.
"OK," said Hannah, somewhat nervous.
"Dear Hannah," read Ms. Altman from an official letter she was carrying, "We at Exeter-St. Jude Academy were, and remain, very concerned for your health and safety. We are saddened that you have experienced such a grave medical emergency, and want to do our part to ensure you remain safe throughout the rest of your time at ESJ.
"We hereby must require strict compliance in a few new rules to ensure that safety. Every morning, you must be in your normal uniform. In addition, you must arrive wearing one of the disposable masks that Ms. Altman will supply you with. It must be worn properly, with the white face piece snugly over your nose and mouth, and each of the two yellow bands resting on either side of your ears. Ms. Altman will show you how to do this so you can comply. "You must wear the mask until you arrive at morning homeroom, and must wear it during every transfer period in the hallways. In addition, you must wear the mask during lunch period (for you, period 4). Because of this, you will be entitled to have your own lunch during period 3 instead of 4. "If you have any concerns or questions, approach the nursing staff or myself as soon as possible. We are here to help.
Sincerely, Mr. Davis, Headmaster"
Ms. Altman sighed. "OK, I know that was a bit of a bombshell, and I'm sorry." Hannah sighed. "It’s OK." she mumbled. "I wondered what that thing was you had in your hand".
“Yeah, this is one of the masks you’ll be wearing.”
"OK, can you sit up straight?" asked Ms. Altman. "Ooh, nice gown! Sexy!" said Ms. Altman, awkwardly trying to lighten the mood. Hannah straightened her back and looked forward. "I'm going to help you this time, just because you're kinda weak right now, and Dr. Shizuka is out at a meeting”. But we do need to see how you tolerate this".
Ms. Altman placed the white dust mask she was holding on Hannah's face. She let the yellow bands fall onto her hand as she held the mask in place. She then took the top rubber band and gently laid it just above Hannah's ears. She then took the bottom band and stretched it over Hannah's head and let it rest right below Hannah's ears. Finally, Ms. Altman took her fingers and pinched the metal band on the nose of Hannah's white mask.
"OK, so I need you to leave that on for at least an hour. We're just making sure you can tolerate it when you get back to school." explained Ms. Altman. "Your hospital nurse will come in when you can take it off. I'll see you back at school when you are better". Hannah lay down in her hospital bed again, staring at the wall and getting used to the feeling of the mask on her face and the warmth of her breath. She grabbed a hand mirror that she saw on the table where her water was. She gazed at her own big brown eyes, then slowly drifting to her nose and mouth, which were now hidden by the thick, bulbous white mask. On it was some tiny writing. Hannah could only make out "8210" and "N95". She wondered what they meant. Hannah then dozed off.
Some time later, Hannah awoke to a hand on her right arm. Nurse Erica was standing by her bedside. "OK, sweetie. We need to take that mask off now." The nurse ran her finger underneath the top band on Hannah's dust mask and took it off Hannah's face. "How are you feeling?"
"OK, I guess. I napped for a long time, I think!" said Hannah, still groggy.
"Feeling better, though."
"No nausea?" asked Dr. Shizuka as she walked in. Hannah nodded "no".
“Hi, Peanut. I am Dr. Shizuka. I’ll be your doctor while you are here. I’m in the E.R.”
Dr. Shizuka was maybe in her late twenties, and Asian. She had on a black blouse, black skirt and sheer black stockings, with red pumps. And of course the requisite white lab coat. She had on several necklaces of silver and jade. Her short hair was dyed platinum and she had on red lipstick.
Still laying down, Hannah turned her head to the right a little bit. Her eyes met Nurse Erica's light green eyes, slowly wandering downward towards her well-tanned, and full, chest and the v-neck on her light blue hospital shirt. Hannah could sense a little bit of a tingle between her legs. In the nurse's left hand was yet another mask. This one resembled the one Hannah's mother made her wear a couple years ago when the family house was being repainted. This one was black, and made of thick silicone. It had thin, pink circular filters on each side. A system of thick, light gray straps hung down from Nurse Erica's hands.
"Hannah, since you are feeling better, we want you to be able to use the playroom. It would be nice for you to be able to get out a bit and mingle. However, because we have allergenic food being served on the floor, we are going to have you wear a mask any time you venture out of your room. It's our hospital policy that if patients need to wear a mask, they use one of these P100 cartridge respirators.” Explained Dr. Shizuka.
"Just like with the last one, Nurse Erica is going to help you into this mask for the first time. It’s heavy and a bit complicated to get on. You're going to leave this mask on for another hour to get used to breathing with it on. Four girls on this floor are wearing these, so you aren't alone," explained the doctor.
"OK…" Hannah said tentatively as she pushed herself off the bed into sitting position. Hannah sat straight and faced forward. Nurse Erica slowly brought the mask up. Hannah very quickly looked at the edges and inside of the shiny black mask as it approached her face. Except for the filters, it reminded her of the mask they use to dispense anesthetic gas during a surgery.
As the mask was pressed firmly, but gently, on Hannah's face by Nurse Erica, Hannah breathed in deeply, meeting some resistance and causing an audible hiss. The tingle in her crotch became more noticeable. Her nipples became hard.
“I need to go,” said Dr. Shizuka. “But you’re in great hands.” She patted Hannah on the shoulder as she turned and left.
The nurse laid the top strap harness on the top of Hannah’s head. Just then, Nurse Brittney came in. She was about 5 feet tall, with pale skin and dark brown hair in a braid on her crown. She wore a white cartoon scrub top and pink pants. She was 23, but looked about 15. Nurse Brittney pulled on the tabs of the mask while Nurse Erica held the mask on Hannah's face. Hannah felt the mask pull tighter against her face, the soft silicone face piece now firmly pressed against her cheeks and nose, the thick straps tightly hugging her head. She sighed, feeling the resistance of the mask, and hearing a loud hiss.
"How does that feel?", Nurse Erica asked. Hannah breathed deeply and loudly a few times, getting used to the resistance and the warmth of the air on her face.
"I'm OK.", Hannah said.
“OK. Go ahead and lay down again. Watch TV. Nap. Whatever you want. But leave your mask on. We’ll check on you in about an hour. ‘kay, sweetie?”
“OK.” said Hannah in a very muffled tone, sighing loudly.
Hannah turned on the TV with the black remote she was given. She flipped. Local news. National news. Basketball. Some movie about an air disaster.
Nurse Erica came back in after only five minutes with a white gift bag with green handles.
“Oh, guess who was here briefly?” she asked. “Your momma! She dropped this off. She had another emergency to tend to, but she knows what’s going on with you. She was actually in the ER with you.”
Hannah took the bag from Nurse Erica and grabbed what was inside. Something very soft. She took it out. It was red, body length, and had a zipper along the front, striped cuffs, and what looked like socks or booties attached at the bottom of each leg. The soles had small white dots all over them. There was a teddy bear sown into the left chest.
“Oooh! FOOTIE PJS!!! I have three pairs myself!” the nurse beamed. “Here, lemme help you get in them. Cuter than this blue gown and yellow slipper socks, no?”
“I actually kind of like the slipper socks, but yeah”, said Hannah.
“I’ll have to send you home with a few pairs.” Nurse Erica joked.
Hannah felt Nurse Erica's hand on her right shoulder. She looked over and saw her hand, which was in a purple sterile glove. She untied Hannah’s gown from the back. Hannah was now naked except for the yellow slipper socks and the heavy black mask strapped to her face. Her pale, somewhat droopy breasts and big dark nipples were in plain view, as was the slight fuzz on her vulva. Nurse Erica reached down and took off Hannah’s slipper socks. First the right, then the left. She threw them away.
“Definitely gonna have to find more of these,” said the nurse. Hannah smiled with her eyes.
As Hannah sat straight forward off the side of her bed, her nurse took Hannah’s onesie and unzipped it all the way to the crotch. She grabbed and held it by the crotch, letting the legs dangle.
Hannah scooted to her left and lifted both legs to put them inside the legs and feet of her onesie. Nurse Erica got behind Hannah, kneeling on her bed, and brought up the back of the onesie so Hannah could slide her arms in, one by one, which she did. She then zipped up on her own.
“OK, you can lay down again. I’m not going to bother you for a while. Leave your mask on!” said Nurse Erica.
“OK”, mumbled Hannah.
Hannah lay down on her pillow and settled into the medical documentary on the TV at that moment. It showed a teenage girl about Hannah’s age talking to the doctor about her recent heart transplant. The girl was slim, average height, and wore jeans and a blue college hoodie. She had long, straight red hair and very pale skin. She was sitting in a wheelchair. Her name was “Ashley”.
As the scene wrapped up, Ashley picked up a thick teal blue medical mask and held it in her hands for a minute, the two white rubber bands dangling. The camera then focused in on her, at an angle between her side and front. She proceeded to hold the mask on her face, with the top white rubber band resting on her right hand. With her left hand, she took the band and placed it behind her head, above her ears. She then took the bottom band and rested it below her ears. With both hands, she pinched the metal noseclip to tighten the mask. She said her goodbyes, her mother then wheeled her out of the room, then out to the lot.
Hannah turned off the TV. Her heart was starting to beat harder having watched the girl on the TV mask up. Her breathing got somewhat heavier and louder. She could hear the gentle hissing of her warm breath as it passed through the circular filters of the heavy silicone mask strapped to her face. She lay there silently for a minute and focused in on how everything felt. The somewhat loose-fitting footed pajamas against the skin of her legs and feet. The silicone mask strapped tightly but gently to her face, which seemed especially snug on her nose and cheeks. She could also feel the heavy gray straps that held it in place, especially the top harness, which also included a cross-strap that rested crosswise on top of her head.
It was a new feeling to have to get used to. She had worn a cartridge respirator once, when she was fifteen, but it was only for about half an hour, while helping with chores while her parents spray-painted their house. This was the beginning of a longer term. A daily routine for life.
Her heart continued beating at the faster rate as she lay in her bed. She let out two loud sighs, which sounded like hisses. She reached up with her right hand and slowly undid the zipper to her onesie. With her index and middle fingers on her right side, she felt around her clitoris, starting to gently rub it in a circular motion. She continued in this motion for maybe a minute.
She then moved both of her hands slowly up her belly to her breasts. With a loud sigh, she started massaging her breasts, imagining it was Ashley from the show who lowered her own mask and started sucking on Hannah’s nipples. Alas, Hannah had only herself to play with. She continued massaging her breasts, occasionally pinching and gently twirling her nipples, which had gotten very hard.
Hannah moaned softly, hearing the concurrent hiss of her mask. Her back arched briefly, then relaxed. She then reached down to insert a finger, and then another finger, into her vagina, which had already gotten very sticky. She moaned again softly. Her breathing gradually became harder, as did the beating of her heart. She closed her eyes and continued to feel her vagina with her right hand fingers. She made a “come hither” motion with her right index finger, stroking her vaginal wall. She continued this motion for several minutes.
Hannah’s heart started racing after this period of time. Her nipples were almost painfully hard, she noticed as they brushed against the fabric of her onesie. Her breathing was very shaky but getting louder and louder even as she tried to stifle the noise from reaching the adjacent nurse’s station. She became aware once again of the mask tightly hugging her face even as her hips were starting to ache from swelling.
About a minute later, her hips stopped aching and yielded to an intense tingling. A loud grunt escaped from her lips with no warning, muffled through the mask she wore. Her back immediately arched as high up as it could go with Hannah’s head still resting on her pillow. This caused the margins of fabric on her onesie to slide apart and expose her breasts. She let out six audible moans that she tried in vain to stifle. Her vagina contracted around her fingers, and pulsated for a good thirty seconds.
Her back finally came down to rest afterwards, but not without a few small spasms as she tried to relax, taking three very loud and deep breaths.
“Everything OK, Peanut?” asked a voice from just outside the door. Hannah tilted her head to her right, startled. Nurse Erica was standing in the doorway.