Act One: The Dungeon
Christina entered the hospital through the Emergency entrance, which was on the lowest level of her building, baby blue scrubs drenched from the downpour. Pushing her long wavy, dark brown hair, behind her ears, and rubbing her hand down her wet face, she shook off as much of the cold rain as she could. She worked as a registered nurse on the seventh and eighth floors of the med/surge building, a tall tower that looked even taller on the hill that it rested upon. She straightened her shirt, the water making the loose scrubs cling to her large round breasts.
"Shit" She mouthed, pulling the material out, so it didn't cling, making her nipples visible.
The elevator door opened and Lori, her best friend, meandered out, short bleach blonde hair hanging down either side of her round face. Her purple scrubs looked painted on her plump, stocky figure and she was wearing a white top that cut down to a vee neck, showing off some of her ample cleavage. With a big smile tattooed on her pretty face, she grabbed Christina by the arm and spun her around.
"Follow me Chris." She squeaked. "We have a different assignment."
"Because I'm late?" Christina huffed, the smile leaving her face.
"Maybe?" She shrugged. "All our rooms are full, so Michelle is sending you to elective surgeries. They have closed them down, and we are using their rooms now."
"You mean the Dungeon, I'm being sent to the dungeon." Christina followed along, head now hanging down. "All night in the that creepy place sucks."
"It will be easy, all six rooms are sleeping soundly, and probably will throughout the night. easy peasy." Lori's high pitched voice rang down the dark hall.
"Boring, and it makes for a long night." Christina replied, her voice low.
"Besides, there is a surprise for you." Lori winked as they reached the end of the long corridor, turned right, and started down another long dark corridor that was lit up at the end.
"You have six rooms, and every one of them are two days removed from surgery and stable, except the last room on the left." Lori pointed to the end of the hallway. "I took report from the day nurse for you." She winked. "I'll fill you in."
Lori guided Christina through the report, taking her into each room and quietly going over any details she may need to know. Both of them had been nurses for ten years, graduating from nursing school together and getting hired by the same hospital at the same time. Christina was married when they met, right out of High School, when she was young and naive, while Lori managed to stay single the whole time. When they came out of the fifth room, Lori could see the long depressed look on Christina's face, only now realizing it was there.
"What's wrong Chris," She wrapped her up in a big hug. "Is Dennis being a jerk again."
"He keeps threatening to leave me." Christina shook her head. "I never know what to do around him."
"He should just leave. You are so beautiful, he doesn't realize what he has." Releasing her from the hug, Lori took hold of her hands tightly. "You hang in there, you can come stay with me anytime."
"Thank you Lori, I'll be fine." Her head popped back up, brown eyes bright.
"Now for your last room." A smile crept up on Lori's face as she pointed to the room on her left. "You're going to like this one."
"Oh really?" Her eyes widened.
"He's a twenty-eight year old firefighter who was injured on the job, probably saving some kids and elderly women from a burning building or something." Lori nodded, a wicked smile on her face.
"And?" Christina tilted her head, curiously.
"Well he had a rather large hernia, that required two surgeries, and he will probably be here for a couple of days. Make sure there is not a lot of movement, no lifting, you know, the usual. They just shipped him down from the O.R. a few hours ago and he's all doped up, so you won't hear from him all night." Lori was gently opening the door as she spoke.
As the women approached the bed, it stirred, the man lying in it snoring softly, his large well defined chest was uncovered, as well as his knotted shoulders and huge biceps. His taut jaw line and high cheekbones were relaxed as he slept, while his black, wavy hair that parted on one side, covered an eye. Lori turned her head toward Christina, eyes bright.
"He just came from work, so he'll probably need a bed bath." She pointed down at the man. "And we are short of CNA's so you'll probably have to do it." She winked again. "Want to see his sutures?"
"Yes, of course." Christina whispered.