My Rebirth

My Rebirth

Serving those who served me or at least trying to.

Please accept this story for the

Pink Orchid 2025: Story Event for Women-Centric Erotica.

A/N - As part of the Pink Orchid 2025 event, I want to dedicate this piece to the incredible women who serve our communities with courage and commitment. This includes police officers, firefighters, EMS personnel, and hospital staff, those who put their lives on the line daily to keep us safe and cared for.

I hope you enjoy this story featuring a new protagonist, Sara. It's a purely sapphic tale, posted in the Lesbian Sex category. If this type of story isn't your preference, I completely understand and appreciate you stopping by nonetheless.

Please note that this storyline and all characters and names are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real-life events or individuals is purely coincidental and unintentional.

Special thanks to Nicole and Nelly for their invaluable editing and suggestions. Any remaining errors are entirely my own, these eyes aren't as sharp as they used to be!

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Chapter One - One Year Ago

It wasn't bad weather. It was just a really dark cloud covered evening. I know these roads like the back of my hand. Hell, l have been driving most of them ever since I got my license. I was returning from an event, which was truly an amazing evening filled with good food, some great conversations, and some great entertainment. Some in attendance were drinking, but as I needed to drive the nearly one hour and fifty minutes home from Ashtabula, I didn't drink.

I danced, chatted, and played; yes, I played. You see, I had attended a play party. It was the third in the last seven months. I had a great time and even met up with Carrie, a woman I had played with the last time I was there. She was a wonderful, caring, entertaining, and kinky lover. Carrie and I played while a man watched. Carrie convinced me to let him as he wanted to fulfill his fetish. I tried to ignore him, but in the end, it didn't matter. Carrie and I had a wonderful play date.

I have a respectable and very public position; I do not allow that to divert from what I love, from the physical enjoyment of life, and that includes my sex life. By all definitions, I am a woman who is one or two steps from being a nymphomaniac. To put it plainly, I love sex in many forms, as long as it is Sapphic.

Because of my position, I keep that relatively quiet. In fact, I keep almost all of this quiet. You may ask why, so I will tell you. My professional career takes precedence over everything. I refuse to allow my professional position to divert me from the physical enjoyment of life, and that includes my very healthy sex life.

I know the level of hypocrisy in that statement is extremely high compared to what I just stated, but I deal with it and ask you to as well. 😉

It was late Saturday night or very early Sunday morning. The time and days blurred together as I drove home. I was feeling satisfied and ready for sleep. The PA Turnpike was empty, with just the hum of my tires on the road and the amazing rock and roll music keeping me wide awake. After turning onto I-79 South, I eventually took the familiar exit toward Wexford Run Road.

This is where my memory gets dicey. I was coming around a curve, nearly a hairpin curve, driving, as always, within the speed limit, when I saw them. Bright, blinding lights, the searing brightness of an oncoming pick-up truck, blurred my vision and partially burned it into my memory. I didn't even have time to think or make a move.

The impact was violent. The truck slammed into the side of my CRV, the metal screeching as the two vehicles collided. The force rocked me in my seat, and my entire body jolted as if my spine had shattered.

The truck was going so fast. It didn't just hit me; it pushed my CRV sideways as it lost its grip on the road and spun out of control. My hands fumbled on the wheel, useless as everything went black. For a second, I caught a glimpse of light and a flash of a streetlamp before it was swallowed by darkness again.

My CRV rolled, over and over, like a toy thrown by a furious child. I knew this road and what was below me: not just a hill but a ravine. A steep drop into darkness, and if I kept going, I'd land in the creek at the bottom.

My whole world slowed down as sheer terror pumped adrenaline through my body, preparing for the damage and pain I knew was about to be inflicted upon me. Inside the cab, I bounced, thrown around like a doll. The seatbelt dug into my shoulder as the little SUV flipped, and the world around me spun. My mind raced, trying to make sense of the chaos, but my body only felt the bone crushing pain.

The shoulder strap of the seatbelt gripped me, trapping me in place. In that instant, I heard the crack of a bone or two before excruciating pain in my shoulder and ribs.

My back and hip quickly followed as I felt a sharp, searing pain in both of them as if I were breaking apart, shattering into pieces as my CRV continued to roll down the hill to crash to a halt into the ravine finally.

When I managed to break through the searing pain to find reality finally, I realized my CRV had come to rest on its roof, upside down. I could hear the quiet trickling of water around the broken glass.

I was hanging there, trapped by my seatbelt, the blood rushing to my head, the pain growing significantly higher and higher. The cabin was dark, almost suffocating. The air smelled of oil, dirt, and something else, something burning.

I screamed, trying to move, but the pain was unbearable. A sharp, stabbing agony of pain tore through my shoulder, back, and down my legs, freezing me in place. The pain was so intense it caused everything to go black.

I thought I heard voices, but they sounded far away, distant through the haze of pain. One of them was deep, gravelly, like a man's voice. Then there was another, this one younger, a soft voice of a woman.

It was the most calming voice I'd ever heard. It was gentle and steady. I couldn't make out the words, but it was there, like an anchor pulling me out of the void, encouraging my mind to force its way back to the land of the living.

"Ma'am?" The woman's voice came closer. "Can you hear me?" I felt her touch my shoulder. I groaned in pain.

"There's going to be a lot of noise. I'm putting these on your ears." Her angelic voice warned me.

Something soft clamped over my ears. Oh! Even through my pain-addled brain, I recognized the noise-canceling earphones. Why? The world became muffled, and there was a strange quiet surrounding me. The only thing I could hear was my ragged breathing and the muted metal grinding.

Then came even more pain, which exploded throughout my entire body. They tried to move me. I screamed loud and primal as my body convulsed in protest. Even with my recently recalibrated pain receptors, it was still the worst pain I had ever felt, like a searing fire running down my spine, through my hips, past my knees. I couldn't take it with the world blurring and darkening; my screams faded into silence as I passed out again.

Three Weeks after the Accident

I briefly woke up to the sound of a beeping noise behind me. My chest tightened. I couldn't breathe. Something was constricting my throat, choking me. I gagged, gasping for air, and then, just as suddenly, I was pulled back into unconsciousness.

Another Three Weeks Later - six weeks post-accident

It was a strange and disorienting experience that felt surreal on every level, physically, mentally, and especially emotionally. My thoughts were shrouded in a thick fog, making it nearly impossible to understand where I was.

Still unsure if I was alive or in some ethereal existence, I strained through the mist to comprehend a dim light above me and the rectangular shape of a ceiling. I was relieved that I was alive and in a room. I didn't dare move, but I was lying on something forgiving, which must have been a bed. I dared roll my eyes around to find walls around me that were dull, yellowish-white. Exhausted, I closed my eyes again.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a blur of hazy purple. I started to panic again. I heard the beeping noise again and the hum of a machine. Then, I felt a burning sensation moving up my arms from my hand and a sudden tingling sensation. It didn't last long and certainly didn't take away the pain. Then I saw a face, a blurry woman wearing purple.

She had a stethoscope draped around her neck. I wouldn't have known where I was without her presence, but now I knew. Confusion swelled inside me, even though I could breathe more easily now. I could hear her voice, but she wasn't talking to me. My eyelids drooped shut, and I exhaled deeply. My whole body felt weak, weighed down by exhaustion beyond sleep. I couldn't move because something held my arms in place; I dared myself to tense my arms to fight the restraints around my wrists. I explored other areas of my body by tentatively tensing my muscles to realize I couldn't feel my legs. Panic flared inside me. My breathing sped up to short, shallow breaths.

I heard someone call my name. "Sara?" My eyes squeezed shut from fear. Everything hurt my whole body. The woman in purple touched the back of my hand, her voice soft and soothing. Slowly, I started to calm down. "Dr. Cheavers will be in soon," she said, her tone reassuring.

At least I was alive and in a hospital. That knowledge brought a small sense of relief, though it did nothing to dull the soreness radiating through my body. My right shoulder throbbed, and though I couldn't move it much, the pain was intense. My right arm was stiff immobilized, but the worst of it was in my hand and fingers.

"In pa... pa... pain," I mumbled. "Hand, arm, shoulder, oh gawd, my back hurts." Speaking made everything hurt more. I coughed, and pain shot through my chest. "W... wa... wat..." My words fell apart, too painful to force out. Defeated, I shut my eyes.

A second voice called out, firmer this time. I could tell it was someone different. "Sara? Hey, Sara, open your eyes for me. Martha ..." I would later learn my nurse's name. It was a different voice. "Martha said you were awake." Her voice rose in pitch, trying to capture my attention.

"Hand hurts... shoulder, my back ... pain," I murmured again, barely getting the words out.

"Come on, Sara, wake up. Let's get you talking; it's time to wake up." They were talking to each other now, urging me to stay awake. But the pain was too much. I closed my eyes, giving in to the pull of sleep.

"No, no, Sara... Sara, come on, you need to wake up..." I heard the desperation in their voices as I drifted off again, slipping back into unconsciousness.

Over the next three days, they woke me every hour, gently pulling me out of sleep to try and get me to talk. The police needed to speak with me, but I was too exhausted and in too much pain.

One morning, I opened my eyes to see my mother sitting by my side. Another afternoon, a face appeared that I knew I should know. It took a little focusing of my mind to find his name in my minuscule memory bank. Marcus, I remembered him as an old friend...

I struggled to recall the reason for his importance in my life, but then it returned to me: He is a paralegal who works for me; not just works for me, but a good man! I think I tried to smile when I saw him, but even that took too much effort. The pain was still a constant presence.

I just closed my eyes, wanting to sleep as the pain dissipated.

In the days and weeks that followed, life became a blur of people needing to talk to me and being wheeled around, down white walled corridors, and then back into the operating room. I could only manage things in short bursts, and my energy drained quickly.

Another week passed, and my mother stopped in again. I looked at the entrance to my room door, and a police officer stood there. I do not remember what I chatted with my mother about. Marcus stopped by, always doting on my mother and me.

Most days, Martha, the nurse who cared for me, would act as a shield, keeping the world at bay. We came up with a signal: if I placed my left hand over my stomach, it meant, "Please, no more." She always understood.

Martha was a comfort, and as time passed, I met Veronica, another nurse with a kind, special touch.

Veronica was my guardian angel on the night shift. When she was off, Derrick would fill in. I was always relieved when Veronica returned. I confided in her that Derrick was a minimalist, lacking her warmth and compassion. At one point, I told her I wasn't comfortable around him; I couldn't put my finger on it.

After the comment about Derrick, I never saw him again. Veronica reassured me that she was there to take care of me. I felt a stronger connection with her, something sensual, emotional, and almost ... Well, never mind. I wasn't capable of physical love. But at that moment, I thought I saw something in her eyes, or at least I imagined it.

I promise you, it was real. I tried to talk to her, but it was awkward. She was so beautiful and special in her own way. Veronica made me smile, and I beamed when she was around me.

Then, there was Nic, the physical therapy assistant who spent most of his time working with me. He was a godsend, especially compared to Carol, my actual therapist. Carol was tough, sometimes too much so, but Nic made the process more bearable.

On the morning of the sixth day that I was awake, the fog in my mind finally lifted enough for me to comprehend what had happened. A knock sounded on my hospital room door, pulling my attention. When I looked up, I saw a police officer in uniform standing there. She looked familiar, but I couldn't quite place her.

She smiled warmly. "You seem better than the last time I saw you, ma'am," she said before introducing herself. She turned to someone outside the door but I couldn't see who it was.

"My name is Michelle Sanders. I was the officer who first arrived on the scene to help you six weeks ago."

She paused intentionally as she stepped into the room. "Our investigation is nearly complete, but we still need to hear your account of what happened."

"Okay." I hesitated, still a bit groggy. "I don't remember too much, but I'll try," I replied.

Her presence made the reality of the situation hit me hard. For the first time, I began to grasp the full weight of what I had experienced. I was suddenly nervous, scared, and fearful of what had happened and what would happen to my career. The image of me rolling and turning and then finally crashing down to a stop as my CVR rocked slightly landing on its roof flashed in my memory.

Just then, the monitor above my head started beeping, I started gasping for breath. I was starting to panic again.

"Hey Sara, should I get the nurse?" she asked, her voice concerned. Sara, are you alright?"

I couldn't speak. I was breathing so fast and hard.

Martha, my nurse, hurried in. "Sara, Are you okay? Breathe, Sara! Calm down, and do some deep breathing. What's happening, dear?"

I heard Martha's voice grow closer, and a slight shiver ran through me. Officer Sanders apologized, saying she didn't mean to upset me; she just needed to talk.

Martha reached my side, looking at me with concern. "Are you sure you're alright?"

After several minutes of Martha at my side, I calmed down. "Yeah, no, no, I'm okay, just give me a minute." I managed a small smile. "Yes, I'm fine. Let's go ahead and talk." I turned to Officer Sanders. "Please, let's get started. I know it's important."

Officer Sanders pulled a chair closer to my bedside while Martha nodded, turning to leave, and just before closing the door behind her, I called out, "Martha?" I crossed my left hand over my stomach. She nodded and understood, then turned and started closing the door.

"Officer, please, not too long," Martha said firmly. Gosh, I owe Martha so much.

As the door clicked shut, Officer Sanders explained that she needed my account of what had happened that Saturday night and early Sunday morning six weeks ago.

She asked if I remembered the events leading up to the accident as I was driving. I nodded, trying to recall the details. I told her how I had taken the exit off of Interstate 79. I was heading south and had taken the Wexford Run Road exit. As I rounded a curve, I was suddenly blinded by the bright headlights of what I believed was a large pickup truck or an SUV.

The next thing I remembered after the impact was my Honda CRV rolling over and tumbling down the hill into the ravine below. My side, back, shoulder, and legs were instantly in intense pain and I was not able to move. I could hear voices, first a man's, then hers, assuring me they would get me out safely.

Officer Sanders smiled kindly, taking notes as she listened. She asked if I knew what speed I was going at the time. I explained that I knew this road well, having traveled it several times. Knowing the curve was ahead and the off-ramp exit speed was only 20 mph, I doubted I was going that fast, simply based on the short and sharp curve ahead.

Officer Sanders closed her notebook and turned to me while placing her hands on her lap. "I know who you are and what your position is. That being said, I will tell you something I shouldn't."

I wanted to raise my hand and stop her, but she moved her hand over and placed it on top of my left hand.

A sudden surge of electricity excited me but calmed me. "Please, Sara, let me." I nodded.

"The other vehicle's driver was traveling at more than twice the posted speed limit. They missed the curve, t-boning you, knocking you out of control, and careening down the ravine. The driver was unhurt, except for a few scratches, but they were also driving under the influence. They were high; their urine came back with moderate amounts of benzoylecgonine. We also performed a blood test for alcohol; the driver was one and a half times over the legal limit."

Officer Sanders lifted her hand from mine. I tried to reach for her hand but in my condition, I was too slow. Of course, she was quick with her movements.

"They are still in pre-trial confinement in Butler County Corrections Center. But I didn't tell you that."

She smiled and stood. "Listen, rest up, okay? Our department will contact you if necessary."

"Officer?" I was so tired, my head was pounding, and suddenly my back flipped into angry spasms. What threw me for a loop was the tingling sensation in my womanhood. Goodness, she was sexy, and oh so beautiful, I longed to be fit enough to sink into her arms and for her to cradle me in my exhausted state.

"Yes?" She asked.

"Please call me Sara."

"If you insist, then I am Michelle." She smiled, and I nodded.

"I can't ever thank you enough, Michelle." I closed my eyes. "Could you hurry and get Martha, please?" I closed my eyes, trying to relax from the searing pain.

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Two nights later, I woke up shivering and shaking, fear gripping me as I rolled down the hillside again. The beeping above my head told me and the world that I was panicking again.

I didn't feel like myself; my mind and emotions were tangled in turmoil. I was tumbling down the hill again. There was a blur and then a flurry of activity surrounding me. The familiar beeping of the monitor behind me echoed in the room.

"Sara?" The door opened, and Veronica hurried in to check on me. Veronica gently asked what was bothering me. I cried as I struggled to explain that I felt weak and in pain. My back ached terribly, and I was cold and sore all over.