I groaned in pain, shifting uncomfortably on the stiff hospital bed, my plastor weighing down my both arms. The accident had shattered my hands,both of them and left me helpless.

Hi, My name is Mridul Malhotra and I am admitted in hospital with my broken arms. I am lying since morning, my arms completely dead.

I felt itching on my thighs and soon the itch started low in my groin, a throb that had nothing to do with the fractures. My cock twitched under the thin sheet, begging for attention I couldn't give. Damn, my broken hands.

The door creaked open, and in walked Nurse Diya, her curvy figure filling the room. She had small hips and full breasts straining against her nurse uniform, her dark hair tied back in a ponytail that swayed as she approached.

"Mr. Malhotra , how are you feeling. Wait, What's got you sighing like that?", she asked, her voice warm and concerned, eyes scanning me from head to toe, stuck at my growing bulge visible on the thin sheet.

I hesitated, face heating up.