Elena drew a deep breath, her face still burning. The thin nightie clung to her damp skin; her thighs remained pressed tightly together on the edge of the bed. When she finally spoke, her voice was small and uncertain.
"…What should I do? I…"
Dr. Sierra Quinn regarded her with calm professionalism, golden-rimmed glasses catching the soft lamp-light.
"There is no need to worry about anything serious. I've checked your vitals — everything is within normal range. What you're experiencing is simply a strong episode of arousal. That's all. Drink some cold water to help settle your system."
She paused, then added in the same even tone:
"And if you want… you can masturbate. It's a completely normal response, and perfectly healthy for you."
Elena's blush deepened until it reached the roots of her short black hair. Through the Mind Reading link, her thoughts flared in flustered mortification.
[Masturbate… here…? This seems to be Dexter's hospital room… his bed… masturbate on it…]
