"Where's that fucking nurse anyhow?" he thought to himself.
He had been awake now off and on for three days, and he was already hating his hospital stay. A broken pelvis, a broken leg, a dislocated shoulder, a broken arm, a shattered jaw, and severe bruising over most of his body – and the doctors said he was lucky! No internal organs damaged. He would make a full recovery, but it would take three or four months. Damn!
He was better off than that bimbo who was with him.
"What was her name, anyhow?" he mused. Tami or Tanya or something like that. It really didn't matter. She didn't survive the crash. He had picked her up in a bar a few hours earlier.
His morphine drip needed to be changed, and soon! The pain was beginning to return as a dull ache through his whole body. Damn!
They wired his jaw back together, so he couldn't talk and had to be fed with a tube for now. That really sucked. And he could barely work the TV controller, not that it mattered. Nothing on the TV really interested him anyhow. He was stuck in this bed, unable to move himself. Where he deserved to be was sunny Mexico!
He was heading south to Mexico with Tawnya, or whatever her name was, when that damn semi crossed the centerline and smashed into his car. He had cleaned out the joint bank account, taken everything of value from the house and left. Boy, would he like to have seen the expression on Jenny's face when she got home from work! His wife was going to be pissed at him for a long time, not that it mattered. He wasn't going back to that bitch!
Eight years of marriage was enough! All she did was nag him to get a job, quit drinking, work in the yard, stop seeing his girlfriend. Blah, blah, blah. Complain, complain, complain. And the sex wasn't all that good anyhow. His girlfriend sucked him off better.
Working two shifts at that clinic as a medical assistant kept her mostly out of the house, thank god! She claimed that she needed to work extra to support them, because he couldn't keep a job. Well, she wasn't going to rub that in his nose ever again! And he was rich now. That trucking company offered him five million not to sue them. He deserved it!
Where is that fucking nurse, anyhow?
Two nurses entered his room.
"Good evening, Mr. Jones. I will be going off shift now. This is Nurse Jennifer. She's new here, and she will be your night nurse. Here are the charts, Jennifer. I'm leaving now. Good night."
He slowly turned his head and looked the evening nurse. He could only see her back. Not much to look at. The day nurse had a better body.
"Hello, Ralph."
That voice. It was familiar.
