Susan O'Malley grimly watched the nurse work, wincing in pain as he lathered her entire lower arm with plaster.
"Dammit, how the hell could I have been so clumsy?" she growled, sitting in an ill-fitting johnny on a gurney at the hospital where she'd been taken hours earlier.
"It happens, ma'am," the young nurse said, trying to help. "We see these injuries a lot this time of year, and in summer with kids mostly, skateboarding accidents."
"Well, I'm no kid, kid," Susan said glumly. "And damn old enough to know better."
"It's too late to say this, but you really have to make sure your steps are clear, or at least salted and sanded," the young man said, finishing up his work, looking at Susan's arms swaddled in the light pink casts, a color choice she was offered. "Personally, I always check on my grandparents this time of year, gotta keep an eye on..."
He stopped, realizing what he was saying and the age of the woman he was saying it to. Susan looked at him with a slight sneer on her pretty face.
"Go on, say it," she sighed. "Old people, right? Kid, how old are your grandparents?"
"Uh, you know, grandparent ages," he said awkwardly. "I dunno, 60 something I guess..."
"I'm 65...Walter," she said, leaning forward to squint at his name tag and then sitting back on the gurney. "Forget it, I know you didn't mean anything by it. Just doing your job."
"No problem, Mrs. O'Malley," he said, gathering his stuff. "Dr. Evans will be back in a few minutes to check you out, probably give you a painkiller prescription and guidelines and stuff."
She sat, hands on her thighs, feet dangling below, looking down at them in those ugly, ineffectual hospital socks.
"Crap," she said. "I gotta pee..."
She looked at her fingers, which were mercifully exposed in the cast. She wiggled them - and yelped in pain.
"Fuck fuck fuck!" she cried.
"Is everything all right?"
Dr. Evans walked in, another young member of the ER staff, making Susan feel older still. She shook her head.
"Sorry, I was just thinking I had to pee, and I wiggled my fingers to see how that would work our to...well, you know," she said. "And it hurt, so I just kinda swore...sorry about that."
Dr. Evans smiled.
"Not the first time I heard a patient in pain cuss, won't be the last," he said.
"I can't believe I did that, just slipped on the ice and fell like that, on my hands," she grumbled, looking at her casts.
"Could've been worse, Mrs. O'Malley, at least you didn't land so you hit your head," he said. "And you didn't hit your backside very hard, a broken tailbone is something that hurts quite a bit as well."
"Yeah, thank God for small favors, I guess," she growled, wincing again as she moved her fingers.
"Now, about that pain: You do have use of your fingers, as you can see, but as you just found out, you have somewhat limited mobility, and when you do move them, it hurts," he said.
"No shit," she thought to herself, annoyed by his literalness.
He scribbled on a pad and tore it off, looking around for Susan's purse and putting it inside.
"This is for Percocet, a pretty powerful painkiller, so use it sparingly, but don't be afraid of it for the first few days when you need it most" he said. "You'll be able to get more use out of your fingers in a few days or a week. And those casts will be on four to six weeks."
"Shit," she snarled. "But how...I mean, I really have to pee, and when I go to the bathroom..."
"Well, you'll need help, it's that simple," he said. "Do you have any friends or relatives nearby who wouldn't mind helping you?"
She smiled - inwardly. She thought of all the victims of her sexual slavery, which always made her smile.
Susan was a piss freak, plain and simple, enjoying nothing more than enslaving men and/or women, preferably young and meek and willing, with her deliciously deviant ways, forcing them to drink her golden juices and more. Force was only necessary for a little while for they would soon enjoy her dominant ways and be eager for more.
And if they weren't, that made dominating them all the more rewarding.
"Yeah, I guess there are some who wouldn't be averse to you know, wiping me," she said with a slight laugh.
"Or you could hire a personal care assistant," Dr. Evans said. "You have good insurance, it probably would be covered."
Susan's mood lightened.
"Really?" she asked. "You mean someone who would come in when I needed them?"
"Yes, but for the first week or so, I'd recommend someone living with you," he said. "You never know when you need to use the bathroom, so having someone there all the time is helpful. And, of course, to help you make meals, clean up, give you baths..."
"Baths?" Susan said, clearly liking this idea, wondering just what kind of assistant she could get and how she'd love a young one to bend to her will. "Oh my..."
"Now, now, don't be embarrassed, it's what they do, they're trained for it," Dr. Evans said soothingly. "After a week or so, your finger movement won't cause you pain and you'll be able to fend for yourself quite nicely."
"Hmm," she said. "I guess that could work. Where do I find them?"
"Here's a list of ones in our area," he said, plucking a paper out of a sheaf of them in Susan's files and putting it in her bag. "Now, we have an area here just for this, you can go to that office, they'll check them out online for you, you find one who is immediately available and you're good to go."
She smiled.
"I can't thank you enough, Doc," she said, holding her hands up and smiling. "I'd shake your hand, but..."
It was that easy. After she peed, of course, availing the wiping services of a helpful female nurse who dabbed her hairy pussy dry after escorting her to a ladies room. Susan smiled watching the friendly, chubby little nurse's hand work between her shapely old thighs as she sat on the toilet.
"That's very nice of you," Susan said, perhaps a little too affectionately, making the nurse blush.
"Quite all right, ma'am, that's why we're here," the nurse said nervously.
