This is my first submission and would really appreciate any feedback that any readers may have for me. Please excuse any grammatical/spelling errors and bear with me as I (hopefully) develop into a better story writer.
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I don't remember much after the accident. I woke up the next day, sore as hell in a hospital bed as a doctor was looking over my chart. I tried to sit up but it was much too painful.
"Just relax," the doctor said, "You're really lucky, do you know that?"
"What happened?" I asked.
"A drunk driver ran through the intersection. He only had a scrape on his hand. You have a concussion but you're be fine. I want to keep you here for a couple of days just to make sure," the doctor replied.
They had me on a lot of pain killers and it made me very groggy. I woke up in the middle of the night and really had to pee. I wasn't sure if I could make it to the bathroom by myself so I pushed the button on the bed rail for the nurse. I was shocked when Ashley walked in wearing blue and white scrubs.
Ashley and I had met in college and I had a huge crush on her. After graduating, I had lost touch with her but often thought of her and what she was doing with her life. Even in her uniform, there was no denying the amazing body this girl had. Perky tits, flat stomach and a perfect ass. She smiled as she got closer to my bed.
"I was wondering when you were gonna wake up. How are you feeling?" she asked.
"My back is a little stiff but I'm okay," I said, trying to sit up, "How are you? You look great!"
She blushed a little and smiled at me, "I'm good. How long has it been? Three years?"
"Something like that," I answered. We sat in silence for a few seconds, looking at each other until I realized why I had called the nurse, "I really have to pee!"
"Oh, of course! Come on, I'll help you up."
She helped me to the bathroom and said, "I'm gonna stand here in case you need any assistance. You are on a heavy Morphine drip and might need some help."
Ashley stood in the bathroom doorway right behind me. I lifted my hospital gown and glanced in the mirror at her. I could see Ashley straining a little to check out my package but I didn't care since I had to pee so badly. I finished and she helped me back to the bed. It had wore me out and I almost immediately fell asleep.
Ashley worked the night shift and I made it a point to sleep as much as I could during the day so we could talk and catch up when she came in at 8pm. She spent as much time as she could by my bed talking, playing cards and watching TV with me. I was realizing that my crush on her had never went away.
Over the next three days I began to feel much better and was looking forward to leaving the hospital and getting back to my life. On the fourth night Ashley came into my room and locked the door behind her, when usually she just left it open.
"How are we feeling today?" she asked. She wasn't in her usual scrubs tonight. She was wearing a short skirt that showed off her tanned legs and a low-cut tank top that offered me plenty of cleavage to view.
"I can actually sit up without too much pain," I said proudly.
"Yesterday the doctor said you would be getting released tomorrow and I just wanted to see you before you got discharged... It's my night off," she said, running her hand up my leg.
"Oh," was all I could get out. She looked really amazing and her hand on my leg was affecting another area of my body. I quickly began to get hard and the thin material of the hospital gown was no match for my aching dick. Her gaze focused on my crotch as the material kept rising. She went to the end of the bed and picked up my chart.
"You know the doctor had asked me to get a sperm sample from you and I never got around too it," she said with a sexy smile.