This is a fictional account.
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May and Jenny raced to get to the hospital on time. They just made it there on the dot and it was a good thing because Doctor Sandler was looking for Jenny. They had just transferred a patient out of the ICU to a room in Jenny's wing. He was wounded in the bombing attacks. He was missing his lower left leg below the knee and his left hand just above the wrist. He had been heavily sedated in the ICU but they needed to wean him off the heavy doses of sedative now. The doctor wanted to talk with Jenny about his recuperation.
"Jenny, the patient we just moved into 12A is Brad West," Doctor Sandler said.
He described his injures and his state of mind. Charlotte was standing there too.
"Jenny, we are worried he might be extremely depressed about the loss of his limbs to the point he might try somehow to kill himself. He has given the ICU nurses reasons to worry. I need you to keep a watchful eye on him to make sure he doesn't do anything rash," Doctor Sandler said.
"I'll watch him closely, Doctor," Jenny replied.
"Good. Hopefully it's nothing but he needs to be watched all the same."
"Don't worry. I'll keep monitoring him," Jenny assured the doctor.
As Doctor Sandler and Charlotte went to leave, Jenny stopped Charlotte with a touch to her arm. When Charlotte did not follow the doctor, he looked back at them.
"I'll be along in a second, doctor," Charlotte said, with a smile.
Doctor Sandler then proceeded down the hall. Jenny thought she noticed a more than casual look at Charlotte as she smiled at him and it struck her for a brief second.
"What is it, Jenny?" Charlotte asked.
"Charlotte, Viv and Dorrie will be a little late. They should be along shortly though."
"Oh, anything wrong with them?" Charlotte asked.
"No, no just running late," Jenny offered.
"Okay. Mary Jane and I will stay until they get here."
"Thanks," Jenny stated.
"No problem. Do watch that amputee patient, will you?" Charlotte asked.
"Sure thing," Jenny responded.
Jenny watched for a brief second as Charlotte walked off briskly after the doctor. 'Why is she trying to catch up with him?' Jenny wondered?
Jenny got right to work. She started making her rounds. She breezed right through the first rooms, checking charts and noting times for medications. As she neared Jerry and Ben's room she ran into Joan finishing up her shift.
"Hey, Jenny," Joan said.
"Hi, Joan."
"Wanted to tell you the doctors looked at Jerry today and changed his bandages again. They removed the bandages completely from his hands. We are to soak them at least twice a shift. The instructions are on the chart. They are still worried about two fingers on his left hand. His eye bandage is basically down to black patches over both eyes. The problem is he still can't see. In the dark, he is allowed to use his eyes now but he only sees blurry shapes in his right eye and very little right now in his left other than light," Joan instructed her.
"Thanks for the update," Jenny said.
"You're welcome. I know how much you watch out for that boy," Joan said, with a mischievous wink, and then walked away.
Jenny stopped in two mores rooms before she got to Jerry's. When she entered she found him asleep though. She looked at his face. The newly visible part around his eyes showed definite scarring and burns. It looked to be healing okay and he might only have some minor scar tissue afterwards. His hands were worse, especially the forefinger and middle fingers of his left hand. His hands looked oily like they were covered in KY jelly. He was sleeping soundly so Jenny went to check on Ben, who was awake.
"Hi, Ben," Jenny whispered, not to disturb Jerry.
"Hi, Jenny."
"How are you feeling today," she asked, as she examined his chart.
"I'm doing okay. They redressed my bandages earlier. They're smaller now," Ben added.
"Let's take a look," Jenny said.
Jenny helped him pull the sheet down. He had his gown on so Jenny untied it from around his neck and pulled the top down. She got it down to where she could see the area of his shrapnel wound to the side. It was healing nicely from what she could see without disturbing the new bandages. She pulled his gown up and tied it again. Then she pulled the gown up on his legs to see the thigh wound. It too looked to be healing nicely.
"Everything looks good," Jenny said.
"Not as good as you," Ben quipped.
"Well, I don't have two nice shrapnel wounds," Jenny answered, trying to keep it light.
"You'd still look better. Even if our roles were reversed," Ben stated, with a big smile.
"You must be feeling better," Jenny replied. "Can I get you anything before I go see a new patient?"
"I could use the head," he said.
Jenny checked the chart again. He was not to walk on the leg yet for fear it might start bleeding again.
"Bedpan okay?" Jenny asked.
"I can't go to the bathroom yet?" Ben asked.
"Not according to the chart. You are to remain in bed as much as possible. You can only get up for full bowel movements. If you just have to pee, we should use the bedpan."
"Okay," Ben said. Then he paused as if gathering the nerve for the next request, "How about you hold it for me like you do for Jerry?"
"Ben, you know Jerry could not use his hands before," Jenny scolded.
"Lucky guy," Ben mused.
"Come on you," Jenny said.
She got the bedpan and helped him move the covers. She had seen Ben's penis before when she washed him. It was not quite as large as Jerry's but still nice. Ben was more dark-featured and had brown, almost black hair. Jenny moved the bedpan into position for him and he moved to grab himself. Before he did though, he spoke.
"Last chance."
"You're incorrigible," Jenny stated.
"No...it'd just be a whole lot more fun if you did it," Ben claimed.
"Ben, are you going to be satisfied with me just holding it while you pee?" Jenny asked.
"Maybe," Ben mused with a smile.
"I bet," Jenny said. "Alright."
Jenny took hold of his flaccid cock and aimed it at the bedpan. He managed to start going but as soon as he was done it started to lengthen and stiffen. Jenny put it down and took the bedpan away.
"Ahh...that's it, huh?" Ben said, acting depressed.
