Edited by Todger
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How fucking unlucky could I be... On the first vacation I allow myself in five years, I get in a very bad car crash that nearly kills me. I wasn't even going that fast in my 1970 Dodge Challenger. It took about a week after the crash, the nurses tell me, before I truly woke up from a haze of painkillers and sleeping pills. I was on my back in a hospital bed, in a huge room with six or seven other people. I looked down and saw three plaster casts on my legs and right arm, one splint on my left arm and not an inch of skin showing as I had bandages all over the rest of my body. I could barely move, and in any case hellish pain flared up whenever I tried.
After filling some papers, I asked to be transferred to a private room. "Sir, it's very expensive..." the nurse began."I don't care;" I replied tersely, "I'm very rich." The following morning a team of nurses moved me to a new room, with a large window. For the next few days, during the few hours I could stand the pain without sleeping pills, all I could do was look out of that window.
The next week I made a few calls. No wife, no kids, so the only people I could call were my business partner and two friends. One of them came to see me despite the seven hour drive. It helped with my morale, but after he left I was still faced with the inescapable fact that I was trapped here in Portland for a long while. I was too fucked up to be transferred back to my hometown hospital. Nurses and Doctors seem reluctant to tell me exactly how long my recovery would take; probably because I was pretty angry and frustrated most of the time.
As the intense pain decreased during the next week, I settled in a sort of hellish routine. Doctors checking up on me (I was doing great, they said. I was really strong and healing well) and nurses checking on my vitals, slipping me a bedpan for the humiliating moments when I had to pee or shit and then wiping me like a little baby. This followed by the equally awkward sponge bath. The sponge bath was a complicated and painful affair; they had to slip some sort of leather harness under my back to lift me up, allowing them access to my entire body.
Apparently you could get used to anything and four or five days later I didn't mind the bedpans all that much, and the nurses were obviously used to it as well. The one humiliating surprise that my body had in store for me appeared when the friendliest (and cutest) nurse, Carrie, gave me a sponge bath. She had done the same thing a number of times already, and everything had been fine until one sunny morning. Perhaps it was because she was in a great mood and smiling at me, that my penis decided to turn into a very erect cock.
I flushed immediately, stopped talking and tried my best to move or hide it. Bad reflexes; the pain that followed my vain attempts at covering myself was excruciating. The nurse told me that she was used to it, and that it actually was a good sign that my body was returning to a normal state. "Well, I'm not normally like this!" I said, trying to make a joke out of it. She grinned. "I know! Look, I understand that it's awkward, but as I said I'm used to it and it is pretty normal... Don't worry about it."
So even these occasional erections became part of the routine. Only with her, though. I didn't have them with the male nurses or the "ogre". The ogre is the secret name I gave to one particularly ugly and nasty nurse. Every time she came by I knew I was going to be frustrated by her attitude, and was going to be in some pain. When I asked my favorite sponge-bath nurse about her she didn't say anything, only rolled her eyes while shaking her head. She wasn't going to talk behind the back of her colleague, but she had made her opinion of her very clear nonetheless.
Two weeks (and quite a few erections) later, the doctors confirmed what I already knew; I was doing much better. They would be able to remove the splint very soon, and even though the casts would stay on for a while yet, the pain had subsided almost completely. The itching was another matter entirely. But all in all, it wasn't that bad considering how close I came to dying in my car.
When Carrie came for my morning bath one morning, she came as close to breaking her professional demeanor as I had ever seen her. Here I was, as nude as I could be with my casts, a raging erection obvious as she washed my cock with her hand and sponge. Suddenly she looked at me with a strange smile and said: tomorrow you're going to meet Indiana. She's a volunteer, and she's going to be replacing me and the other nurses for the non-medical procedures... like this one.
Looking down at her, as she was holding the base of my cock with her hand, I stammered: "Really? Why?"
"Well, because you're doing a lot better now..."
"Oh. Well, I, er... kind'a like it when you... er..."
I stopped, knowing I wasn't really going to say what I wanted to say out loud. She smiled at me, squeezed the base of my cock quickly before resuming the bath. "Don't worry; I'm pretty sure you're going to like her... I chose her for you myself."
Maybe it was my imagination, but it seemed that Carrie took a bit more time finishing up that particular area of my body. When she stopped, I was rock hard, breathing somewhat harder than usual. You know, when both your hands are useless, and you can't remember the last time you had an orgasm and a cute nurse gives your cock a sponge bath... your body reacts. Carrie looked at my cock, then up at me, surprising me with a whispered: "Sorry..." I was left alone in my room, looking down at the tent my cock was making above my belly, unable to release the tensions. I knew these tensions were only going to increase... Maybe now that Carrie was not going to wash me, it's going to be less frustrating?
When I woke up the next morning, I didn't know what to expect. Indiana was a strange name, and I couldn't guess how old she was likely going to be. Carrie came in my room and said that she wanted to introduce my new caregiver. When Indiana followed her in, my eyes opened wide in surprise: I had already seen her. Two weeks ago, as I was looking outside at the little park where some patients went to sit out, I saw an incredible girl. She was outside with patients and at first I could only see her from behind. She was tall and thin, a lot thinner than I usually like, but she had nicely curved hips nonetheless. Her long thick mane of red hair shining like copper in the sunlight: she was obviously of Irish descent. What really caught my eyes, though, was that she was wearing extremely short shorts. Her long thin legs were amazing while she was sitting down, but as she got up and walked away, I could see the line between her left buttock and thigh: those were short shorts. I only had a glimpse of her face before she left: she looked really beautiful.
Now, two weeks later, she was standing in my room, and she was more than beautiful, she was absolutely gorgeous. Despite the fact that she was dressed like all the other nurses, in plain and very drab green uniforms, I could remember the body I had seen form my window. Her very long hair was pinned in a decent bun, yet it still shone under the harsh neon lights.
I heard myself saying hello and other mundane things as my mind tried to wrap itself around the fact that I was going to have the chance to get to know her. As Carrie left, she grinned, even winked at me; she did tell me that she had selected Indiana for me... After a deep breath, left all alone with that gorgeous creature, I actually felt very good for the first time in a long while.
That first morning was all professional. Indiana had an easy laugh, but she seemed to be holding it in check, trying to look like a real nurse. I learned later that she was planning on becoming one. Right now she was only a volunteer, helping around in a hospital struggling with budget cuts all over the departments. She spent about one hour with me on that first morning, and I quickly got the feeling that part of her job was to keep the patients company. She made a show of checking all my vitals, casts, splint and charts, but she did it much more slowly than the nurses, all the while trying to keep me talking.
