Janine and her husband David have just left a party tonight. They are in a hurry to get home and make love to each other. They shouldn't be driving after drinking but they live nearby and decide to chance the short drive home; but, it turns out to be a very short drive...
Author's Note: (Janine's thoughts are
Italicized
)
I awoke with a start.
Where am I? What is this bright light? I can't close my eyes. Oh my god, I can't close my eyes! Am I paralyzed? I can't move! Why can't I move? Please move that light!
Christ I
am
paralyzed! Ahhhhh... Calm down Janine, think this through. I remember David and I in the car after the party and then the bright lights. Yes, the bright lights, headlights, another car. We had an accident. He must've hit us. Then what? Did I black out? David, where's David?
I need to see David. Oh my eyes are so dry, can't anyone give me some drops?
"David. David." She tries to yell.
I can't hear myself speak
. "DAVID!"
I can't talk; I can't move my mouth or my eyes but I can see. That's a good thing. I can still see.
That light is so bright, why aren't my eyes watering?
I feel the cold underneath me and around me. I feel naked. I can't move. Goddamit! I can't move. Will somebody please check on me? Where are the nurses? Where is the Doctor?
The car wreck! That must've done this to me. I hope David is OK. What if he's not? I have no relatives here. I need to call them, or, they need to call them. Maybe they already have.
Can't I have a blanket? Someone please cover me...
Voices! I hear voices. And shoe steps. Yes! Someone is coming. Thank you. Yes! I will tell them what happened. They will tell me what happened.
"Yah, that restaurant is a haven for E-coli. Don't go there or you'll be puking all night long."
Nurses?
"That would be a perfect ending to my date with Linda, hah. Let me kiss you good night, uh, wait a minute 'til I go and throw-up."
They are talking about food, and dates? What about me? I'm the patient here. Take care of me damn you!
"Boy, too bad you didn't get a chance to take this one on a date." He bends over her face and looks into her eyes studying her.
Help me. Help me. Mmm, he's a handsome, young man but he needs to fix his hair and shave. What am I doing? I must be delirious.
"Yah! Look at those big fuckin' tits and they're natural too" as his buddy squeezes one hard with his gloved hand and pinches the nipple."
"What are you doin' man?"
Ouch! That hurt! What the fuck are you doing you pig? How dare you!
"Nice fuckin' bush too. Nothin' like a thick furry bush to sink your nose into while you lap away at a nice wet pussy" his buddy says.
"You always did like 'em hairy. Not me. I like 'em smooth as a baby's bottom. No hair to get in the way. Leaves 'em slick like butter."
"Slick until the next day and the stubble slices you up real good." They both laugh.
David likes me natural. Fuck you!
"But just feel it. It's so soft like a fluffy cottontail and it's dense." He reaches between her legs and palms her pubes with his latex covered hand, discretely wiggling his fingers between her thighs pressing them against here pussy lips.
You bastard! You wait until David finds out. Get your fucking hand off my cunt you fuck! These guys are unethical scumbags for nurses. Wait until I report this to the hospital administration for taking advantage of a paralyzed woman.
"No man. I'll pass on the feel. Ya know, you're one sick bastard. If I didn't know any better I'd think you were down there bangin' these chicks."
Is this how all men talk? Don't they have any consideration for the patient? I can hear you two, you know and I see you too. Can't you wet my eyes? They're shrinking 'cause they're so dry.
"Get the sheet and cover her. We can't take her down the hall naked."
"Huh, huh. Yah. Who wants to see a naked dead chick. Huh, huh."
Hey. I can't see. Why'd you pricks cover my head? I'm moving. Where the hell are they taking me?
What did he say? Dead chick? I'm not dead you perverts! What chart are you reading? Where are they taking me. I'm not fuckin' dead! I'm in a coma or something can't you see in my chart?
"Did ya hear about Dr. Webber?"
"What about 'em?
Who gives a fuck you morons? Maybe that's my doctor. Dr. Webber will take care of me. Get this fuckin' sheet off my eyes. God! It's scratching my eyes. (sob)
"Ole Doc Webber's wife divorced him a few years back. She apparently found that the big ole black snake hangin' between her auto mechanic's legs was more satisfying than the old guy's dried up prune and left town with him. The Doc was devastated and decided he'd prove to himself that still had life left in the ole limp biscuit."
Here we go again with the smut. I'm here and I'm certain you two have made a mistake. If you'd get your heads out of your asses you'd see that. Can't you guys talk about anything else?
"Yah! She knows us bruthas is built for fuckin'. What'd he do then? Try to kill her?"
"He told her adios and tried to even the score by dating some young chicks. But the younger females couldn't warm up to the old fart and the women that were interested in him reminded him of his ex-wife 'cause they was old as him."
Come on! Aren't we there yet? Please get this cover off of me and read my chart. You'll see. You guys are wrong. Dead wrong.
"The Doc was too proud, or tight, to hire a ho. He worked at this welfare clinic downtown and would get these reliefer chicks to go down on his old cock in exchange for prescriptions. Well somebody squealed and they shut him down."
My god! That sick old fart!
"No shit? That old guy must've had the shiniest knob in town 'cause that clinic is full of booty. White trash, fine, black mommas and some pretty hot Spanish ho's too. I'd like to..."
"This is the end of the trail for me. Let me help you get her on the table. 1-2-3. There."
Table?
"Take it easy and quite touchin' the bodies, man. I mean, do what you're supposed to and quit fuckin' around or you'll be lookin' for another job when you get caught. The Doc should be down in about an hour."
Good. We're here. Now the doctor will set things straight. Now please get this cover off of me.
"I's just fuckin' with ya. See ya and thanks." He pulls off the sheet and removes the sheet from underneath her.
Holy shit this bed is cold! It feels like metal and where's my gown? Put a gown on me or are ya going to gawk at me some more?
Singing, "It's just, you and me bay-ay-ay-ay-bee..."
Great! Now he's singing. Where's the doctor?
"It's just you and me baby an' a whole hour to get to know each other" he says leaning over her face and talking to her.