The hospital room was silent except for the quiet beeping that followed the rhythm of the man's heart. Steady and slow as he rested. He let out a sigh as he stared out the window into the night sky. He couldn't sleep, his pain was enough to keep him awake, but not enough to earn him any of the good drugs. It didn't help that the doctors were a bunch of stingy fuckers when it came to opiates these days.
He didn't bother with the monotony that was cable TV these days, and he had lost his phone in the accident, so he was pretty much bored out of his mind. He looked at his bandages, both hands and a foot. Nothing was lost, or broken, but the cuts and abrasions were enough to warrant some thick bandaging. The thick padding they used in the bandaging immobilized his fingers and he couldn't use them, which was grand, not to mention his foot made walking problematic. He needed help with the even the most basic things. Even now, in the middle of the god damn night, he needed help.
"Shit... I gotta piss." He complained to himself. "Where the hell is the thingy..."
He shifted around on the uncomfortable hospital bed and finally found the oversized remote and call button. He flinched as he gingerly pincered it with his padded hands. He couldn't really poke the annoyingly small call button, so he used his chin, quite proud of his ingenuity. You'd think they have a call button for just suck a situation, but he supposed the small provincial hospital was lucky to have a tv, much less a fancy call button for the fingerly impaired.
"Come on... come on..." He muttered as he started to work his way out of the bed, with its mad collection of sheets and blankets. He had made a comfortable nest with the hospital's nearly endless supply of bedding. Earlier he had entertained himself by demanding more blankets and wondering how many they would give him before refusing. The answer was many, many many. Besides, he needed them. It was cold in the hospital, like a miserly father was in control of the thermostat.
*Knock, knock* Sounded on the thick wooden door of his room, with a crooked head and brows furrowed a head poked into the room.
Huh? He thought dumbly.
"You need some help?" A raspy voice asked him.
"Wha... What?" He managed to bumble out in his shocked state. The woman was very out of place in the bland hospital of beige walls and white laminate floors. She had purple hair, dark, and shaved on the sides, a little faux mohawk thing. Some piercings, little studs on her eyebrow and nose. Multiple rings on her ears. They nearly jangled like bells as she moved, but he may have just been imagining that. All that to say, she very much didn't look like she belonged there.
She stepped out from behind the door, and he breathed out some relief, she was wearing scrubs and sauntered into the room like she owned it. A nurse, not some rebel punk attacker or anything.
"Do you need any help Mr. Jeramie?" She asked him as she put her hands on her hips, her face a mix of amicability while at the same time a dangerous glint like she was just asking for trouble.
"Please, just call me Jerry," he said out of habit as he continued to stand, stunned for a whole different reason.
"Well, what do you need? More blankets?" She demanded of him, walking the razor's edge of friendliness and hostility.
God damn she is.. Hot. There was no other way to put it in Jerry's mind. The spunky nurse, Emily, if her name tag was true, was curvaceous. Hospital scrubs came in two varieties, the big clunky ones that were like circus tents and the tight kind that were only one notch below yoga pants. She wore the latter.
Emily's tight blue scrubs clung to her like they were a size too small. Her legs and thick ass were curvy in all the right places and the scrubs that left nothing to the imagination. The top though... that is where it all came together. It was just as tight, showing a grabbable waist and large, at least three handfuls worth each, of breasts.
The huge tits pressed against the fabric like they wanted to escape. To further that goal her nipples were hard in the cold air and tried to pierce through the fabric. She didn't wear anything under the top, he realized as his mouth suddenly went dry. It was deeply cut, her cleavage on full display like a sacrificial offering.
God. Fucking. Damn. Jerry thought to himself as his brain struggle past anything but lustful intent.
"Well?" She said and with an impatiently tap of her foot. His eyes finally broke free of the alluring feast, to look into her own green eyes. She rolled them.
"S.. Sorry. It is just the first time I have seen you. Nurse... Emily?" He said as he read her name tag. Yep, just looking at the name tag, not the huge, fantastic tits. He thought.
"Yeeessss?" She stretched out, her gravelly voice almost making it sound like a purr. That caught his attention, and his eyes finally came up to her eyes. Dark, and glinting with a mix of amusement or malice, he didn't know or care, because it was delicious.
