The three ladies moved about in the comfortable bonus room Dr. Killian had designed for them. In one corner of the room, Keery sat at a small table with a drawing pad. The table was painted with a champagne colored finish with a translucent gloss making it look as if it were fit for a princess. A simple cream colored velvet cushion served as the seat in which Keery sat cross-legged on. Just behind her against the wall was a bookshelf filled with coloring books and drawing pads.
There were also colored pencils, crayons, markers, and pastels located on the shelf. Beautiful drawings of animals, cities, sunsets, and people covered the walls surrounding Keery's creative corner. She really was quite the artist.
On the opposite side of the large room, Myra reclined on a chaise lounger with one foot extended out and the other tucked up under her shapely ass. A small inn table next to the lounger held a few magazines that were current for the month. She was quietly browsing through an article on the techniques of utilizing a contouring brush for her new makeup set. A large vanity held drawers full of lip gloss, eye shadows, blushes, and the like. The soft click of a clock sounded on the counter to a small bar about 8 feet away from the doll-like Myra.
In front of the bar were 5 stools and a few feet away were 3 small round tables. On the opposite side of the wall just in front of the tables sat a stage, a microphone, and a somewhat sophisticated speaker setup attached to a karaoke machine. Stage lights hung on the ceiling above and the various cords from the entire setup were neatly bundled together and fed down into the floor running over and out to behind the bar where a sophisticated sound and light board sat.
Finally, in the corner nearest Keery was a comfortable couch, coffee table, and a tall bookshelf. The bookshelf was filled with medical texts, mystery novels, and informational books on various animals. Small vivariums lined the walls surrounding her corner.
Elsey paced back and forth between her corner and the locked glass door diagonal to her space. After a few minutes of pacing nervously and sighing loudly she finally sat down right in front of the exit to the room and rested her chin on her hands.
"This is taking forever!" Elsey stated in an exasperated tone. "What if something happened? I should be helping!"
Myra slowly looked up from her magazine looking over at the clock for a moment then back over to Elsey.
"Honeybee she's only been down there for 45 minutes, you know surgery takes time. Besides, Tom isn't a very nice guy. Dr. Killian probably doesn't want him mistreating you. They will come get you when she's done or when they need you."
And with that Myra went back to reading her magazine. Elsey remained moping on the floor. Keery seemed unaware of anything but the picture she was drawing of her new sister.
Meanwhile downstairs, Illeanna watched as she rolled on a hard stretcher down a hall with plain white walls and fluorescent lights. The two doctors spoke to one another in what seemed like a different language. Was she in the hospital? Everything seemed so distant and surreal. Was this a dream? Had she already asked that question?
All of a sudden the stretcher stopped moving. The two men, seemingly unaware of her altogether, walked over to a set of double doors and entered through. Illeanna was left on the stretcher in the hall.
"What are they going to do to me?" she whispered shakily as alarm and panic welled up inside of her.
Deciding that nothing good could come from this current situation, dream or otherwise, she knew she needed to try to get away. As soon as Illeanna moved up in the bed memories flooded back in to her head. She looked down at her mangled foot and rolled her eyes in annoyance.
"Well that's just peachy, nothing like a fractured leg to keep me high and horny." she stated to herself as she gathered the sheet on top of her and started tucking it under her injured leg.
Very carefully. Illeanna used the leverage from the sheet to slowly lower her injured leg down onto the floor. The pulsing in her clit and electric sensations shooting to her pelvis caused her to become somewhat lightheaded. Taking a few deep breathes she moved her foot all of the way down to the floor then stood up on her good leg as she leaned against the stretcher attempting to gain her balance.
A moment later, loud sounds came from what she assumed to be the surgical suite. Illeanna turned and looked in the direction of the sounds. The two men were prepping the OR since there didn't seem to be a surgical technologist available.
Scanning down the hall, Illeanna realized that the facility was most likely a private one. It seemed to be somewhat outdated and there weren't any other hospital personnel wandering through the hall.
"God...who is this guy?" she asked in a disturbed, yet quiet tone.
Illeanna realized that she may not have much longer before the two men came back out of the OR. She quickly took the sheet and moved it around to the front of her injured leg. Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes she used the sheet to bend her leg to a ninety degree angle at the knee. An alarming crunching sound emanated from her foot and the pain caused her to drop her torso down onto the stretcher. She bit her tongue as hard as she could to suppress her whimpers.
Illeanna leaned against the bed gripping it tightly as tears dripped from her cheeks and onto the stretcher. She opened her eyes in surprise and everything looked like it was spinning around. It had been so long since she felt actual unpleasant pain, but that crunch definitely wasn't something she wanted to feel again.
After what felt like a decade, Illeanna was able to regain her composure and set up the sheet into a splint as planned. She fed the two ends of the sheet around her waist twice then tied them together around the back of her neck. Her leg was now bent at a permanent ninety degree angle and wouldn't flop around when she needed to get away fast.
After her leg was secure, Illeanna carefully hopped over to the side rail running along the wall. She used the rail as a crutch and started to hop down the hall. She was unsure of where to go or how to get out, but she was going to try.
The two men finished prepping the OR as they discussed what technique would be used and what to consider post-operatively.
"Ok James I believe we are in agreement on the plan, we really need assistance. Why can't that girl help us again? You said she was a nurse didn't you?" Tom asked with a somewhat concerned tone.
"She doesn't have OR experience, only post-operative and med-surge experience Tom. But I suppose if we guide her carefully she will be capable of helping. I'll call her down."
James pulled out his phone and dialed a code. A message box appeared which allowed him to type in "4th floor, lounge". With that the message was sent.
"She will be down in 10 minutes. Let's go get Illeanna."
The two men nodded in agreement then headed towards the double doors to retrieve their patient.
Back up in the lounge Keery had almost finished her picture of Illeanna. She sipped some juice as she feverishly worked away at her drawing. Myra had finally started the process of actually using her new makeup set and was sitting at the vanity trying to decide what colors to combine for her makeup pallet. Elsey had moved over to the comfortable couch and had her feet tucked under the bottom as she rapidly pumped up and down doing sit-ups.
"Elsey, if he does end up needing you for surgery, how on earth are you going to assist after performing such an intense work-out?" Myra asked in a somewhat flat tone as she washed her face.
"I. Need. To. Be. Productive!" Elsey said each word as she pulled herself up towards the couch, breathing heavily with a determined look on her face.
