The Patient on Windhaven Lane

The Patient on Windhaven Lane

Kendra faces the unknown in her patient, Mr. Brooks

By Aoife

A/N - I would like to present my offering for the

Halloween 2024

story event. This story idea, like others, came to me while enjoying my favorite morning ritual, a cup of coffee. Here is my take on a little seasonal fun for

Halloween 2024.

Though this story is posted to the Erotic Horror category, this story does lean towards the lesbian sex and Sapphic relationship. A

warning

to some of my followers, this story does involve one scene of heterosexual intercourse as the protagonist is bisexual.

This storyline as well as the characters and names are purely fictional. If there is a chance of any misrepresentation of reality, it is pure coincidence and not intended.

Thank you to Nicole for her assistance in making suggestions and in editing. Any mistakes you see are mine; these eyes aren't what they used to be. Please enjoy and let me know what you think.

~~~ Chapter One ~~~

As the adrenaline from the call slowly ebbed, I sat down to type up the trip report. Everything was accounted for disposable equipment, medication, and completed actions from the drop-down menus. All that remained was writing the narrative. Facing the wall, with my back to the door, I began to type.

A soft knock interrupted my thoughts, followed by my name. I pulled my hands from the keyboard and turned to see Steven, the Charge RN, standing there.

"Hey," I mumbled.

"You did well, Kendra. Sometimes things just aren't meant to be, right? We all go eventually," he said, his tone casual, almost dismissive.

I gave a nod, turned back to the screen, and began typing the narrative:

"Upon arrival at 127 Fairview Street, Alpharetta, Paramedic Kendra Wills (GA-P2-7273) and Emergency Medical Technician Wilson Reigns (GA-EMT-0991) encountered a later-identified 62-year-old female, Zena Pebbles. The patient was unconscious and unresponsive to verbal or physical stimuli. Rescue breathing was initiated using standard mechanical devices, and an AED was deployed for cardiac review..."

I continued typing, documenting each step of the process, including Wilson's help with the transport to the hospital. Once I finished, I added my initials and saved the report to OneDrive, then emailed it to the hospital ER. Closing the laptop, I glanced at my cold coffee and tossed it in the trash before grabbing the laptop and heading out to the medic rescue truck.

I slid into the passenger seat next to Wilson and shrugged.

"Man, Kendra, we've had some bad luck this month. That's the third one," Wilson muttered, his -head lowered.

"Yeah, they say things come in threes," I replied. "It is what it is. After all these years, I don't keep count anymore." I radioed dispatch, letting them know we were back on duty, and the last transport was complete. "How about we grab a coffee? We've still got a few hours left on our shift."

As we drove back through the city, I reminded myself that I wasn't as detached as Steven. These people mattered. After fifteen years on the job, I still cared. Returning to the station, we were greeted by the Captain and the rest of the team. The rest of the evening passed quietly.

I've been with this station for over eleven years now. When I first moved from Fort Stewart to Alpharetta, I wasn't sure how I'd be received, but the team welcomed me with open arms. Sure, there was the typical rookie treatment that everyone goes through, but I could tell they were glad to have me around.

The next morning at seven, when Mason and Ellen came in for their shift, our seventy-two hours finally ended. I had the next forty-eight hours off before the cycle started again. Three days on, two days off, a decent enough schedule, but it didn't leave much room for a personal life.

Relationships were never my strong suit. I saw it this way: no relationship, no drama. Noreen, the girl who does my hair, always says, "Without the bad, there's no good." She's probably right, but I've got everything I need. Chloe and Amber, my Maine Coons, are at times all the company I require. Chloe, my little miracle, is gentle and affectionate, while Amber, my stealthy girl, only shows up when she feels like it, but when she does, she's the perfect cuddle buddy.

After leaving the station, I stopped by the grocery store for the week's essentials before heading home. When I pulled into the driveway, I could see both Chloe and Amber perched on the back of the sofa. Chloe had the curtain slightly parted, and Amber was right beside her, just like always.

I waved to them and wondered if Mark, my neighbor, had stopped by to feed them this morning. He's a nice kid, a gamer in his twenties. Once, when he brought in some food for the girls during a storm, he invited me over to check out his setup. It was hard to refuse; his gaming rig looked like something straight out of Star Trek. He's got this crazy QLED monitor he couldn't stop talking about. But Mark's a good kid and keeps an eye on my cats when I'm working.

Once inside, Chloe greeted me right away, and as usual, Amber waited for her moment. After storing the groceries, I noticed the girls hadn't been fed, so I took care of their breakfast before heading upstairs for a shower.

Later, with a glass of water in hand, I settled into the great room, the room my realtor, Marcie, named the space a great room as it is a combination of the living and family rooms. It is spacious yet cozy; it's one of my favorite spots in the house. The fireplace in the corner adds a touch of warmth, and I've got the perfect puzzle table set up behind the loveseat. Right now, I'm working on a 5,000-piece puzzle of Taggart Lake in Grand Teton National Park, the snow-capped peaks in the background providing a satisfying challenge.

I was surprised when Amber climbed into my lap. She's not usually this affectionate in the morning. As I chatted with her softly, she darted away as my phone rang. I smiled when I saw the caller ID. It was Shannon. She's a friend-with-benefits, and we usually get together on my days off. She probably knows my schedule better than I do.

Shannon worked for an IT company in Alpharetta, though herself not an IT geek, she is in finance. I invited her for an early dinner and if she wanted to bring her overnight bag. She told me she would be over and would bring me a surprise. I begged her off and told her it wasn't necessary but would see her at five o'clock.

Shannon was a divorced twenty-something; she realized she was a lesbian. Thankfully this revelation came fully to light in her first year of marriage. She admitted to Jon that she loved a good cock, she just loved a girlcock; one not attached to a man. They split amicably according to her but every once in a while when we are together I can tell she wants something different. Last month she admitted that she needed me to 'fill her with my seed'. I play along like I am the lover she is looking for.

I, on the other hand, like a little spice in my life, a little Hispanic lover spice to be exact. Yes, I freely admit to you I am bisexual but there is only one kind of man for me. If he isn't over six feet, well-built, athletic, large frame, and broad shoulders that allow him to stand above me with a strong posture, I will not bat an eye nor think twice. He must have darker olive skin that is sun-kissed. His facial features must include dark, expressive eyes that are brown and well-defined eyebrows. The only other thing that matters is his beard, not more than one day old. We could discuss the why later.

Nico doesn't come around often but when he does, we do not make love, we fuck, hard! Last month when he messaged me I nearly had an orgasm. When I read his text and when he called me his Bebe, that is all it took, I swear. When he calls me that, it curls my toes and rocks my brain. Yet I realize we will never be together, I am his side piece of ass in Alpharetta. Yes, I know but ... it's my fetish, I love a strong Hispanic man and Nico fits that need and fetish perfectly.

I haven't seen him in three months and I needed him to scratch this itch.

I made my way to the bedroom and stripped my sheet. I wanted fresh ones for when Shannon stayed. I started my normal pre-guest cleaning routine in preparation for Shannon to come over later today. The girls knew something was going on; I had the vacuum cleaner out as well.

~~~

Shannon sent a text message and a picture along with it showing her off her calves and her ankles. She loved teasing me. I do not have a foot fetish but I love a woman who wears an anklet.

The first pic was of her left calf, taunt, firm, but flexed as if she was showing off a pair of heels. Then next was her in heels, hmm with just the tease of her ankle. The third pic was her ankle and anklet, this one a thin gold chain that wrapped around three times. It was gathered and attached with a small pearl. The fourth pic blew my mind and soaked my fresh panties. It had her swollen lips and a new pearl studded dangling piercing.

I replied, 'Please hurry, the sheets are fresh ... for now.'

It was just before five o'clock when Shannon pulled into my driveway. I opened the door and waited. She opened her car door and continued the tease. Her foot, black heels, and all touched the ground. I watched her from the open front door. She was being a slut-tease making me wait.

I grabbed my phone, 'You best hurry slut or I will never seed your womb again.' I watched as she read the text. That was all the motivation she needed.

I watched Shannon as she stepped from her car and closed the door; she was a perfect picture of beauty, her skirt just above her knee fitting at her hips and her waist. Her blouse three-quarter sleeved was a wonderful dark fall yellow, which buttoned up the front.

She saw me watching from her front door and slowed her pace, stepping 1 foot in front of the other I could hear the click and clack of her heels on my concrete sidewalk. She paused just a few feet in front of me and spun around, giving me not only the opportunity to see her beauty but for her to show off a tiny bit of how she was dressed for me.

I extended my hand, taking hers into mine and slowly, drawing her body forward to mine, our lips touching a soft and sensuous kiss and as I moved my hand to her hip, I heard my friend murmur and thank me for inviting her over. Still holding her hand, we walked into the house far enough into the foyer where I could close the front door. With the world now behind us and behind closed doors, Shannon kissed me deeply, lifting her left foot. She wrapped it gingerly around my ankle and pulled my body closer, hugging me firmly.

Shannon teased me as she pulled back and winked. "Promise me, you will forever be here for me."

I leaned forward to her ear and whispered. "I will never have another woman. You are the only one for me."

Shannon bit at my neck and whispered. "Bullshit slut. If that young ER nurse ever left her husband you would drop me like a bad habit or leave me like last month's cabbage."

She nipped at my neck, closing her teeth on my skin firm enough for me to feel it but soft enough not to leave a mark. Damn, she was right Nicole was a beautiful woman but that whole husband thing slowed me every time I considered asking her out. I pulled at her hand and walked up the stairs to my bedroom.

Shannon and I spent the better part of the afternoon up until just before dinner in bed making beautiful love. Her first orgasm was spurred on by the idea that once she came for me and flooded my tongue and mouth with her sweet nectar, I would fill her womb with my feeldoe. The real-life feeldoe I had was a bit longer on my end and allowed for my pleasure while giving Shannon what she desired as well.

For Shannon, all that was missing was the feeling of my girlcock squirting cum deep into her womb.

Shannon left the next afternoon and as we kissed on my front porch, she smiled knowing full well and good then in less than four days she would be texting me again, but this time she winked and smiled, telling me to be prepared for the anklet that she might be wearing.

I went to bed that night, absolutely satisfied, knowing full well and good that for the next three days, I would be at the fire station working with Wilson again, enjoying the humor and banter of my fellow medics and firefighters in the town of Alpharetta.

~~~

There is an unwritten rule in the fire/rescue world where you never comment about the slow times, you never comment about how long it has been since your last medical call. You certainly never comment about the last 'Dead On Arrival' or DOA. That is pure superstition and by all means you live by it.

Wilson and I had just finished our dinner with the crew and were cleaning our dishes when the call came across the overhead speakers. Our cell phones reiterated the same information at the same time.

"Medic Three Zero Nine, local law enforcement on a welfare check report an unconscious elderly man One One Seven Windhaven Lane. Medic Three Zero Nine, dispatched to One One Seven Windhaven Lane, local law enforcement on health and welfare found a man unconscious. Dispatch time is Eighteen-fifteen hours."

Wilson and I made our way to the Horton Truck, Wilson to the driver's seat, me to the passenger seat. I plugged my cell phone in and connected it with the GPS navigation system onboard setting the address for Windhaven Lane. I responded to the dispatch we were enroute.

The route took us less than twelve minutes. We arrived on the scene and per protocol turned off all the flashing strobe and blinking lights. As I stepped from the truck and opened the side access panel, I pulled the AED / Heart Monitor and my smaller medication box. Wilson grabbed the Oxygen and mechanical breather. We walked up the sidewalk where we were met by Office Danny Marko.

"Hey guys, the neighbor reported not seeing Mr. Brooks for the last two days. We arrived for a health and welfare check. The front door was open and when we went in we found him unconscious. He came around once with physical stimuli. Just a heads up, he is mildly argumentative."

I looked at Wilson and shrugged my shoulders. We entered the house and started our standard assessment. Wilson and I approached Mr. Brooks.

"Hi, Mr. Brooks. I am Kendra, one of the paramedics. We were called here because you were unconscious." I reached for his wrist to start checking his pulse. He pulled back and mumbled something.

"Will you let me do a physical exam and assessment, please? I just want to check you out to see that you are alright."

I felt like I was screaming as he wasn't that responsive. I reached for his wrist again, this time he pulled back with a huff and with a sharp tongue to me.

"Leave me alone and let me die in my house." He cursed "Get out of my damn house I am fine!" He opened his eyes and pointed towards the front door. "Get the fuck out!"

I looked at Wilson and then waved for the law enforcement officers to come over. I explained that he had twice responded that he didn't want to be treated and asked us to leave the home. I was going to ask him to sign a refusal of treatment report.

"There is nothing I can do. He has refused treatment and not so politely asked us to leave. He is breathing fine; he is responsive to my verbal stimuli and twice pulled back when I tried to touch him."

I walked back over to the chair Mr. Brooks was sitting on. For my protection and to frankly cover my ass, I pulled my cell phone out and pressed record, this way I would have his verbal authorization in refusing treatment.

"Mr. Brooks, will you sign a refusal of treatment for me? I just need to do things to protect you and me."

He opened his eyes and snarled at me. "No lady, I am fine, get out of my damn house and leave me alone!"

That was enough for me. I have him recorded on my phone and I would submit that with my trip report. I looked at Wilson and shrugged. "Let's go. Office Marko, there is nothing legally to do from here. A mid-forty year old man in seemingly good but yes responsive to stimuli has plainly declined treatment." I picked up my equipment and walked out of the house.

Officer Marko joined us as we were packing the truck. "Hey guys, I am sorry but it is one of those things."

"Danny it is okay, look when the guy is unconscious and cannot respond, that is another thing but for now, legally we cannot do anything." I paused for a moment, "So the neighbors? Are they all he has? What about a wife or family? Anyone to take care of him?"

Officer Marko looked at me. "According to neighbors, the wife disappeared years ago. They all told me he is basically a hermit, lives alone, is always grouchy, and one of those "best houses to visit when trick or treating". "He sounded sarcastic and used air quotes. I laughed.

"Thanks, Danny. We will see you around. Be safe out there." He reciprocated the feelings. We packed ourselves into the truck. I radioed to dispatch that we were clear and that the resident of the home refused treatment and we were clear from the scene.

We returned to the station and frankly worried about the slow and uneventful remainder of the evening. The following morning there was a red hue in the sky. It reminded me of my grandfather. He was a merchant marine before meeting grandmother. He would always say "Red sky at night is a sailor's delight, but a red sky at 'morn, sailors be warned."

I smiled and finished my coffee and went about the routine tasks we were assigned. Once done, Wilson and I started our Truck inspection and inventory.

Once we finished with the Truck, we spent the remainder of the morning cleaning equipment and handling some equipment maintenance. I was studying for my recertification on the newer AED device and heart monitoring system when Wilson came over and asked very politely if I had a gut or bad feeling about Mr. Brooks from last night.

I shared with him my thoughts knowing he was young and semi new. "Wilson, in my years of experience I have come across three types of patients or three categories that patients will fall into. First are the patients who need our assistance and want it. These are the patients that really need us and it is up to us to do our best for them."

I paused and let that sink in. "The second groups of patients are the patients who don't need our assistance and I am fine with them telling me or signing a waiver, releasing us from treating them." Again I paused.

"Then there are patients like Mr. Brooks. He needed us but he didn't want us. My fear with him and patients like him is that we will see them again real soon. We might not see them today, maybe not until next week but he looked in bad shape and will need us again."

Wilson was smart. He heard and analyzed what I said, then asked. "Why do those patients scare you the most?"

"Wilson simply they will either die, or we will need to give them so much it could be exhausting. The next time we see them, they will be the worst off. Does that make sense?" He nodded and stepped away, allowing me to go back to studying. I appreciate him wanting to learn and understand from someone as experienced as I was.

The remainder of our day went rather well and again as I said earlier, you never dig up superstitions, well I was pissed as we sat down to dinner. One of the rookie firefighters, Allan, who was hired around the same time as Wilson, sat at the table and started talking about how quiet it had been during the day and how mundane the week had been for him so far.