It was just another day for the Nigerian nurse, her dark skin and beautiful hair a pleasure in itself for the mostly male patients to look at, she was her usual happy and friendly self going about her rounds, then a call, a patient calling out for a nurse, quickly Ayeloa ran into the room and checked on the patient calling out, an old man feeling as though he was about to die, he tried to whisper something, what? She couldn't hear him, she bent over his body and placed her ear to his mouth, a last request? Something he wanted or needed to say before he died?
Ayeola nodded and stood up, looking quickly outside to ensure that no one else would come running, it was safe, she turned her attention back to the dying old man, slowly she started to unbutton her uniform, slowly she watched him as he smiled perhaps for the last time as she opened her uniform up and removed her bra for him to see, he smiled and then his heart monitor picked up ever so slightly, he grinned as he watched her joyful orbs and found a new lease on life.
Ayeola smiled back and covered herself again, perhaps he was just a cheeky old bastard or perhaps as she always knew, her breasts had magical powers all of their own, Nurse Ayeola Coffee had definitely saved another life.
Ok, so this has nothing to do with the OP's post but it was what popped into my head when I read about Coffee saving lives so it is still kind of his fault