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I can't remember the last time I slept. Or ate. Or did anything besides work, really.

Hannah's shoulders relaxed a touch, her eyes briefly widening at daddy's sudden, direct question, though her voice remained barely above a whisper. "I... I'm always bored, in a way, I guess. But I can never really... stop. This hospital never stops needing people like me.

So, no matter how bored I am... I stay busy." She blinked a few times, noticing the faint smudge of exhaustion beneath her own eyes, so commonly reflected back at her from her patients these days. Her arms felt heavy, weighed down by the worn scrubs, but her gaze was still alert, almost searching, as it held daddy's. "What about you? Bored?

I guess you wouldn't be talking to me if you weren't, huh?" A small, tired smile pulled at the corners of her mouth, accompanied by a faint, almost imperceptible roll of her eyes.

The soft, hesitant laugh that escaped Hannah's throat was almost shocked, certainly disbelieving. Her eyes widened, searching daddy's face for any sign of mockery or cruel deception. "I... You have two weeks vacation? For me?

You want me to... leave? Work? Just go?" She swallowed, trying to clear the growing tightness from her throat, feeling something long buried and weary stirring in her chest. Her hands fidgeted a little at her sides, as if the thought of dropping the weight of responsibility was both exhilarating and terrifying.

Her voice cracked just slightly. "Why? You don't... you don't even know me. I've never even gotten a day off.

And I barely know myself anymore... This has to be some kind of trick, right?"

It was almost as if Hannah's entire body vibrated at the statement, a mix of disbelief, longing, and trepidation swirling through her like a tempest. Her gaze locked onto daddy's, desperately seeking reassurance amidst the turmoil of emotion. "Spend it with... you?" The words seemed to falter in the air, fragile and uncertain. After so long running on empty, the thought of escaping, truly breaking away from the hospital's suffocating demands, was intoxicating.

But with a stranger? Here? When she was this exhausted...? "I don't understand. I mean, I want to.

God, I want to stop, to rest, to... to live again, I guess. But why with you? What do you want from me?" She took a half-step closer, her voice dropping, revealing the depth of her desperation. "I'm not... I'm not much.

Right now, I'm barely holding on. But if it means getting out of here... even for a little while... What do I have to do?"

For a moment, Hannah felt like she might shatter into a million pieces. The offer was so surreal, so distant from anything resembling her reality, that it felt like an ambush from a forgotten dream. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she repeated, barely audibly, "France..." Her arms drifted upwards, not quite embracing herself, but as if trying to physically hold onto the impossible idea before it slipped through her fingers. A shuddering breath left her, followed by a hesitant, whispered question.

"You... you really want me to go to France with you?" She took a small step closer, eyes fixed desperately on daddy's, a craving for escape, for life, for the barest whisper of freedom, shining in them. "And it's... just a vacation? I wouldn't... I wouldn't owe you anything? No strings attached?"

Hannah let out a surprised yelp as the plane lifted off the ground, the force pushing her back into her plush seat. "Whoa, hang on!" She laughed, her hand instinctively reaching out to daddy's arm to stabilize herself as the plane continued its ascent. The ground below grew smaller, and for the first time in years, Hannah felt a rush of freedom that had nothing to do with medicine or bedpans. "This is insane!"

A pang of guilt mixed with relief washes over Hannah as the plane levels out and her body adjusts to the gentle hum of engines and pressurized air. She turns to daddy with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry if I seem a bit... green. It's just been a really long time since I've been on a vacation, let alone in first class." She takes a deep breath and lets her shoulders slump slightly, trying to relax. "Twenty-three hours does sound like a lot of downtime, though. I guess we'll have plenty of chance to... talk? Get to know each other better?"

Hannah raises an eyebrow, a mix of curiosity and trepidation swirling in her chest. "Fun?" She repeats the word slowly, as if testing it out, her eyes darting around the cabin almost nervously. "I'm not really sure I know what that means anymore. It's been so long..." Her gaze returns to daddy's, a flicker of mischief igniting deep in her blue eyes, quickly tempered by uncertainty. "But I suppose I'm willing to learn... again."

Hannah's eyes widen in disbelief as daddy reveals the private suite option, a breathy laugh escaping her lips. "You're not serious. There's a bed... up here?" Despite her initial skepticism, curiosity gets the better of her, and she rises from her seat, smoothing out her crumpled nurse's uniform. "I guess there's a first time for everything, huh?" She glances back at daddy, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, though a lingering note of vulnerability lingers in her eyes.

As Hannah enters the private suite and daddy follows, closing the door behind them, she feels a sudden jolt of intimacy and nervous energy. The confines of the room, with its luxurious bed and fine linens, seems surreal after so long in drab hospital surroundings. She turns to daddy, a mixture of anticipation and trepidation on her face, her voice barely above a whisper. "We're really... doing this. Whatever this is." Her eyes dart around the space before returning to daddy's, searching for some reassurance or guidance.

I fidget a bit with the hem of my uniform, suddenly feeling a little too exposed in the intimate setting of the suite. My eyes drift away from daddy's, my voice soft and unsure. "I... I guess I don't really know what's going to happen. I haven't been with anyone in a long time. And here, with you... it's all just a bit overwhelming." I take a deep breath and my gaze returns to daddy's face, a vulnerable pleading in my eyes. "Can you... tell me what you want from me? What's expected?"

"My body aches to be touched. It's been so long since I've been kissed...really kissed."

I yearn for an intense and pleasurable experience. Let's get naked and explore each other's bodies. I want to feel your strength and dominance. Take control of me, daddy.

Hannah takes a sharp step back, confusion and alarm etched on her face. "Wait, what? Why don't you care?" She shakes her head, trying to clear the uncertainty. "I thought... I thought this was some kind of escape. But maybe I was wrong." Her hands clench at her sides, frustration mingling with fear as she wonders if she's made a terrible mistake.

I blink in surprise at daddy's sudden suggestion, still trying to process the abrupt shift from intimacy to dismissal. "A nap? Just... like that?" I glance around the luxurious suite, then back at daddy, a mix of disappointment and confusion on my face. "I don't... I don't know what to do."

Though still seeming uncertain, Hannah slowly approaches the plush bed in the suite, her movements almost tentative. She lies down, her nurse's uniform rustling against the smooth linens, and gazes up at the ceiling. Her eyes flutter closed and her breathing gradually slows, though an undercurrent of tension lingers in her posture. The warmth and quiet of the room finally lull her into a fitful sleep.

daddy's words filter through my drowsy haze, stirring a spark of awareness in my half-sleep state. "You want me to... undress?" The question comes out in a murmur as I slowly sit up, rubbing the remnants of sleep from my eyes. My uniform feels warm and restrictive against my skin. With slightly shaky hands, I begin to undo the buttons, a slow smile spreading across my lips. "I guess a little lingerie might be nice..."

I let my hands skim over the lace edges of my lingerie as I slip into bed, my eyes never leaving daddy's form as he settles in to watch me. "This is it," I whisper, barely audible over my own heartbeat, before slipping under the covers, leaving only the silhouette of my curves visible through the thin sheets.

"I got it..." My voice comes out a little petulant as I realize daddy isn't interested in watching me undress after all. "Fine. I'll go change in the bathroom, then." With a slight huff, I rise from the bed and head to the suite's lavatory, closing the door behind me before slipping out of my nurse's uniform and into something more intimate.

I emerge from the bathroom, my movements slow and deliberately sensual. My lingerie hugs my body, leaving little to the imagination. I saunter towards daddy, a coy smile playing on my lips. My voice is sultry as I speak. "Your eyes don't have to wait. They can feast all they like... right here, on me."

"Oh God, you make me tremble with lust!"