The Adventures of Bridget in Cocklandia

Ahhh.... Bridget thought, peace and quiet. A lovely way to spend the afternoon: naked and spread open in a gyno’s chair, all lubed up and no place to go. She made a vain attempt to cover herself and get a little warmth by grabbing the smock that had briefly covered almost none of her when she was brought into the room.
She lay there for a while, glad that Dr. creepy and nurses Cat and Fight were no longer screaming at each other, at least not in her presence. But, time dragged on and she began to wonder if he had forgotten about her. She did eventually have to go back to work, she couldn’t just lay there naked all day.
Then she thought that she heard a sound. She lifted her head up, steeling herself for the caterwaul again. But the door was firmly closed. She lay back down, thinking that is was her imagination.
Suddenly she heard it again, but more clearly: a scrunching sound, like someone wading up paper. “What the hell?” she thought, looking around the room.