I was in the hospital bed, both arms in a cast. Besides the pain, I was relatively lucky. I had flipped my dirt bike on a thick root while trail riding. Two broken arms. The nurse came in to check on me at the start of her shift. She introduced herself as I looked at the clock behind her. It was a little after 8. The sun just set. She held up a cup with a few pills.
I looked beyond the pills. I looked at her. She must have seen my squinting my eyes as I was trying to remember.
"Ali?"
"Yep, that's my name. Wait... Tom. I didn't recognize you."
"I haven't seen my face. Is it all swollen?"
"No, no. You're fine. It's the facial hair. I haven't seen you since graduation. It's been 7 years?'
"9. You look good."
She laughed.
"This job keeps me active. You don't look so bad yourself."
"I'm sure I look like fantastic. All banged up. How long am I going to be wearing this cast?'
"A while. At least 7 weeks."
She saw me wince as I felt a stab in my shoulder. She gestured for the pills again. I opened my mouth and swallowed them. She gave me water.
"There you go. That should take a few minutes to help but once it does, you won't feel anything."
"Thanks, Ali."
"You're welcome. See you on my next round."
She smiled and packed her cart back and left the room. As I sat there, watching traffic outside the window, I started to think about Ali. I had a huge crush on her when I was younger. I would daydream about her on a daily basis. And now, she looked even better. She looked healthy, strong, sexy in those fitted scrubs. Her blonde ponytail bouncing as she talked. She was always so bubbly and happy. I pictured her stripping at the foot of my hospital bed and climbing on top of me. I closed my eyes and thought about it. There wasn't much else to do. But to my horror, I started to get an erection.
I opened my eyes. I was fully hard. Sticking straight up. Needless to say, I tried to think unsexy thoughts, because I couldn't do anything about this. My arms were immobile. I thought about my accident, totally not sexy. Work. Cutting the lawn. Nothing worked. 20 minutes went by. Then an hour. Before I knew it there was a knock at my door. I was still hard.
It was Ali.
"I think I made a mistake with those pills," she said. "Someone put a bottle of erectile dysfunction medication on the wrong shelf in the pharmacy. When they brought our pills up, it made its way in to your cup. I think... I'm still trying to figure it out. Oh, fuck."
I laughed. She looked at me like I was crazy.
She was always so sweet and innocent and happy, which made it funnier when she cursed.
"I'm so sorry."
"It's OK. Really. That explains a lot. It's been a while and I was worrying about you seeing this. But seeing as how it's your fault," I smiled at her to show her I was joking.
"I'm very sorry. I mean it. I'm just lucky it wasn't something dangerous that I gave you. I should have triple checked them. I feel horrible."
"Don't."
"I'll get a cold washcloth and put it on there. That should bring...it... down," she said. It was awkard. But she was a professional and she did what she had to do.
"There. OK, I'm going to go yell at someone. I'll be back in a few minutes to make sure you're OK. They don't start worrying for 4 hours. It's been what... three? Yes, three. OK, I'll be right back."
"I'll be here."
She laughed. Hospital humor, right? I bet all the old, grandpa-aged patients made the same joke.
The washcloth was indeed ice cold. The problem was I kept thinking of her putting her hands so close to me. Wrapping me with the material, almost gripping me. I was turned on and the cold wasn't helping and I am sure the medication wasn't either.
"Hello," she said. "I'm back. So, no one knows what happened. I think we are in the clear though. How's it looking?"
I shrugged. She lifted blanket and peeked in. I could have sworn I heard her make a startled "ooo" sound, as if she was pleasantly surprised. I told myself that was definitely the case. I'm not pornstar-sized, but I'm above average. Where I really shine is the girth. My ex often told me she hadn't ever had someone so thick inside of her.
"So that didn't work and the doctor is making his rounds. Thankfully, he started at the other end of the hall."
"Just throw some more blankets on me."
"That won't work. You're coming up to a point where it's not safe."
"I don't want you to get in trouble."
"I don't want you to get hurt."
She walked to the door and turned off the lights. She grabbed something from the cabinet by the sink. There was still one faint light that never turns off, but it was darker. As she walked back to me, she slide her shoes off, followed by her pants.
"What are you doing?"
She lifted her top off, and unhooked her bra, she held a finger up to her lips.
"But-"
She covered my mouth with her hand.
"Ther'es no time. This is the only surefire way I know to fix this."
I mumbled something.
