She slowly opened her eyes, not recognizing where she was. Her head felt like it was buzzing and she could hear a repetitive beeping noise. Once she was starting to wake up more, she tried to move her arm, but felt something tugging. She looked down to see an IV taped to her forearm, then it finally dawned on her.
"What... what's happening?" She asked out loud. She finally realized she was in the hospital but had no idea why. She tried to sit up but she could feel her body was too exhausted to move. Just as she was going to try to call out for help, a nurse walked in and saw her awake.
"Oh my God, you're awake!" She praised, immediately walking to her.
"Where am I? What happened?" The woman asked the nurse as she helped her raise the bed up more.
"You're at First West Hospital, the Emergency Department. You were brought in last night via ambulance, knocked out cold. Im going to do a couple checks on you, okay? Can you tell me your name?" The nurse asked, started to check her pulse and blood pressure.
"Um... yea, it's Stacy. Stacy Blake. What happened to me? It feels like I just ran a marathon... and my leg hurts." Stacy asked the nurse again.
The nurse shook her head, "You came in with a broken foot. Other than that, we really don't know. The person who called 911 didn't witness what happened, just saw you collapse on the ground. When we examined you, it looked like you had gotten into it with someone." She explained, motioning down to her hands. Stacy looked down and saw her knuckles were cut up and bruised, similar to defense wounds. "I'm going to go get the doctor for you and he can go over more in detail, sound good?" Stacy felt tears welling up in her eyes from being overwhelmed, and nodded her head. The nurse placed a caring hand on her shoulder for a moment and left to get the doctor.
'What on earth happened to me last night?' She thought to herself, shaking her head. A moment later she heard a knock at her door which snapped her out of her thoughts.
She watched as a tall, middle aged doctor came in wearing blue scrubs and a doctor's coat, "Hi Stacy." He greeted her with a warm smile, then closed the door behind him. "I'm Doctor Rick. I've been the one looking after you since you arrived last night. Are you feeling any pain right now?" He asked in a gentle, yet strong voice.
'Wow, DILF alert.' She thought to herself. Dr. Rick was a bit older than she was, maybe by 15 years or so? He had dark, short hair with a mostly shaven face. She smiled back at his greeting then answered, "Kind of. I uh, can't really tell you where specifically? Just kind of all over, especially my foot. It feels like I ran a marathon or something."
He shrugged and picked up her chart, "I'm not surprised there. Your ankle was fractured pretty good, we had to do surgery. You also seem to have cuts, scrapes and bruises on most of your body. We haven't done a full examination yet though as we were waiting for you to wake up first." He revealed. Her facial expression changed, looking a little upset at hearing that. Dr. Rick noticed and walked up to her bedside, "I know this is a lot to take in. Especially being, as I've been told, that you don't remember what happened to you. If you don't mind, I'd like to do a full examination on you right now so we can pin point any further injuries we may have missed."
Stacy took a deep breath and nodded her head, agreeing to him doing the exam on her. "Great! How we're going to do this is I'm going to apply gentle pressure on certain parts of your body and you're going to let me know if you feel any pain there. If you do, we'll take note and look at it to see if there's anything visible on the skin. Sound good?" He asked to verify.
She lightly smiled, "Sounds good."
He then started at her head, asking if anything hurt but she told him no. He worked his way down to her neck, applying light pressure when she flinched, "Ooo, that looked like it hurts a little. Let me make a note here-" he said, turning to write down on some paper, then turned back to her. "Are you able to sit up a little while I hold your hair up and take a look at your neck and shoulders?" She complied, sitting up for him.
He lifted her hair and moved it to the side as he looked at her neck "Yea, there's some bruising on the back side here. While you're sitting forward, I'm going to do a quick scan of your back. I'll just have to untie the top of your hospital gown, if that's okay?" He asked, again, wanting her consent before doing anything.
He wanted to make sure he was completely professional with her, even though he thought she was decently attractive. He always had a thing for petite brunettes, although she was quite younger than he was.
Stacy nodded her head to his question, "Of course. Whatever you need to do, doc." She replied, then held on to the collar of her gown so it wouldn't slip down. He untied the string, exposing her full back.
'Mmm, nice curves.' He caught himself thinking, then quickly scolded, 'Stop! She's a patient in pain. Keep it professional.'
She had what appeared to be some fingernail scratches and bruises, so he grabbed his paper and wrote that all down. He tied her back up, helped her lay back down and continued his exam. He recorded what he could see on her face and arms already, but hesitated knowing he had to check her chest. "This may be a little uncomfortable so please let me know if you need me to stop." He warned her.
'Oh god, he's going to touch my boobs!' She thought, feeling herself getting excited. She nodded her head and he proceeded to apply light pressure around her chest and breasts. His fingers lingered around her nipples, accidentally teasing them, making them harden and poke out in her shirt.
He saw her nipples poking out and subconsciously licked his lips, 'Mmm, I want to suck those... no! Stop!' He argued to himself.
She flinched when his hands went down the sides of her breasts, near her right armpit so he lifted the side of her gown to take a look. He could see before needing to expose too much of her that she had a cut mark extend from the side of her breast down to her waist. "Well shit. How did we miss this when we did our initial check." He commented, mostly to himself but still loud enough for her to hear.
"What? What is it?" She asked, wanting to see.
He peeled her gown over so she could see her side, "You seem to have been cut by something. Thankfully it doesn't look too deep so it won't need stitches and it looks to be clotting up already. We'll have to get this bandaged up though." He told her, making another note. He continued on, making notes as he went on her injuries, so far nothing too severe. He got down to her unbroken foot and applied pressure with both hands.
"Mmm." She let out a little moan, "If I say yes that hurts, will you keep squeezing them like that?" She joked, enjoying the little foot massage.
He laughed, "Well I wouldn't be too surprised if they do actaully hurt, based on the shoes you were wearing when you came in." He said, motioning to her shoes sitting on a chair in the room. They were her cute high heels that she hardly ever wore because they were cute, not comfortable.
"Oh... my god. I never wear those shoes. Those are my first date only shoes." She replied, starting to piece together last night. "I must have been on a first date with someone! Do you think they attacked me or something?" She asked the doctor.
