Newu Pt 02

Somehow – and despite all expectations - I had managed to fall asleep. The doctors words and theories had bounced around my dreams like a drug induced vision; part of me wanted to laugh at the ridiculousness of what she had said, but another – bigger – part couldn't help but equate those theories with what I had been experiencing since I was woken up from the MRI incident. I had known about Jimmy's parents without him saying a word about them, and all that stuff from Amy... was she really unable to conceive? How the hell could I broach that subject to confirm my... abilities... without sounding like an insensitive, stalking asshole?

But whether I wanted to admit it to myself or not, I had felt different all day and there was no reasonable way for me to explain my experiences in any other way, at least not since Doc Harris had shared her wisdom. Let me be clear here, coming to the conclusion that I was somehow the next step in human evolution would never have even occurred to me without the doctor's input... that's just not the way my mind works. But once the idea had been seeded, it was difficult to ignore.

After what felt like five minutes of actual restful sleep. I was pulled out of my dreams by an odd sensation, a sensation I could only describe as a fast approaching bubble of joyful apprehension and I knew immediately that it was not coming from me. I pulled my eyes open just in time to see Becky burst into the room like an emotional tornado

"Oh my god!" she squealed happily as she noticed I was awake, "I'm so happy you're ok!" she flew across the room and practically jumped onto the bed, her arms squeezing me tight and her impressive chest mashing itself into my face... there were worse ways to wake up. "After everything you had been through, thinking you have been hurt in some freak accident... on my watch... I just couldn't handle it! I was an emotional wreck... I guess I still am." She looked down at my face nestled comfortably between her scrub-clad cleavage, quickly composed herself, stood herself upright and apologized bashfully.

"Nothing to be sorry about," I grinned, "in fact, feel free to wake me up like that every morning."

"Oh you!" she slapped my arm playfully, allowing it to linger against my skin for significantly longer than necessary. Her outburst was a genuine result of overwhelming emotions. Amy had got it wrong, she didn't feel guilty about the accident because she thought it was her fault, it was more akin to survivors guilt... like she felt guilty that it happened to me and not to her, or to her ex – who definitely deserved to be in a lot of pain after fucking two of her best friends and trying it on with her sister. Despite the flirtatious act she put on for Jimmy yesterday, she did actually like me; the aforementioned ex had turned her off bad boys and players for life... it was one of the reasons she had no interest in Jimmy. She wanted a nice guy and I seemed to fit the bill... she didn't know how she knew - neither Jimmy nor anyone else had told her much about me - but she just knew. I wasn't bad looking either, I would probably be even more attractive once I'd had my shave and cleaned up a little – something she was increasingly excited to help me with. I may not have had the smoldering, panty wetting good looks that she usually went for, but – in the words of a recently released movie – mine was a face she would happily sit on...

The bulge she had noticed the day before was a definite improvement on any of her previous men, she'd already made her mind up to 'accidently' bring it to full mast while performing her promised bed bath duties to gauge it properly... the work policies were incredibly strict, but she was sure that with some imagination, she could figure out a way to get it into her sooner or later. If all else failed, she would accept the drink I had offered, go out with me once I had been discharged, take me back to her place and fuck the ever-loving shit out of me. She had spent a significant part of the previous evening, knuckle deep in her own wet sex thinking about just that... Not a bad way to spend a Wednesday evening in her book.

Holy Fucking shit! If that was anything close to her actual internal monologue then... actually, nope, there was no 'then'... I would be in completely uncharted territory and would be happy to just go along for the ride. Were there other girls who thought like this? Had I missed out on previous carnal opportunities because I had missed or misread the signals that had been let out? Not that Becky was giving off many outward signals... at least none that I could spot.

"Hey..." I said, suddenly realizing that her hand was still on my arm and I hadn't actually said anything back to her. "...a beautiful girl jumping into my bed with that kind of enthusiasm isn't something that happens every day. Only a fool would feel anything other than lucky."

She swooned... she actually swooned. "such a charmer, your girlfriend must be a very happy lady."

"girlfriend?" I laughed, "nope, been a long time since I had one of those."

"hmm... interesting." She mumbled to herself, removing her hand and starting on her work with the machines next to the bed. Yup, she was definitely gonna get some dick from me, she just had to make sure she locked the door before she started the bed bath... Privacy was paramount in a hospital so nobody would question the door being locked for that duty, it would give her plenty of time to run her little experiment... if all went well, she could get some dick sooner rather than later... if she couldn't do it today, she could just make sure I was extra clean so the bed bath time could be put to better use tomorrow. As far as my charts were concerned, I wasn't scheduled for any more tests so as long as she timed it between visiting hours...

She licked her lips in anticipation.

"So, what about you?" I asked, interrupting her thoughts, "any jealous boyfriends about to beat down my door for man handling his woman?"

"Nope, you're safe" she giggled, "I've been waiting for the right guy to sweep me off my feet."

"I'll have to remember to bring my broom then." I smirked.

"Charmer like you? I bet you have the girls queueing up for a piece."

"Ha!" I laughed again. "I am not now, nor have I ever been a lady's man, I can say with confidence that there is no queue."

"got you all to myself then have I?" she said with a seductive wink.

"I am all yours."

"I'll remember you said that." She winked. God dammit, if she spent any more time with me, she would need to change her panties! But I was definitely giving her the right signals; single, available and interested. She just hoped I wasn't too dense to pick up on her giving off the same vibes. She couldn't wait to touch me.

Well, apparently, I am more than a little dense, because if it wasn't for her internal monologue, I would have absolutely no idea that she was being anything more that friendly and professional. This ESP thing was starting to show some promise.

"So, what time would you like that shave and help to clean up?" she asked.

"Erm..." I pretended to think for a second before repeating her own sentiments back to her, "maybe it's best to time it around visiting hours. Wouldn't want to rush things because I am expecting guests."

She bit her lower lip, never taking her eyes off the machine she was working on, but her mind was screaming! My words were music to her ears, I might not be in a physical position to give her what she really wanted, not with my legs in a cast... even riding me might cause unwanted – and unexplainable – additional injuries to my already frail body. But she was adamant; the very least she was going home with tonight was the taste of my cum on her breath.

"What time is it now?" I asked.

"Err... a little after 8." she answered after looking down at the watch pinned to her scrubs.

"and what time are the next visiting hours?"

"9.30."

"Hmm." I thought for a second, not failing to notice that she had stopped what she was doing and waiting for my decision with literally bated breath. "probably not enough time to do it now, what time do visiting hours end?"

"11.30... in time for lunch, although I guess that doesn't apply to you," she laughed, gesturing to the tubes attached to my arm, "then the visitors are back at around three."

"ah, now that's more like it. Think could book an appointment for my shave at, say, 11.45?"

"and how long would you like this appointment to last?" even I couldn't miss the seductiveness of her tone in that question.

"as long as you can spare me." I smiled.

"I'm sure I can find enough time to make sure you are properly looked after." She winked again. With that, and after apparently finishing her tasks, she sashayed out of the room, it was impossible to miss the suggestive swaying of her spectacular ass, a motion that I knew for a fact was entirely intentional.

"see you later, handsome." She called over her shoulder before exiting the room.

"Well, at least you're not dead." Jimmy's voice pulled me out of a particularly pleasant daydream I was having, although the entire scenario being played from Becky's point of view had left me with the distinct impression that it wasn't actually

my

daydream. If I was right, then that girl had some major plans for me.

I pretended to look over my body, "nope, it would seem that I am still in the land of the living."

"Outstanding!" he smiled as he sat into his usual chair, "so, any news on those results?"

"all fine, as far as they can tell."

"really? That Doctor wasn't acting that way when she left."

"apparently there were some weird readings," I answered, surprising myself with the ease at which the lie came to me, "but they were something to do with the machine, once that was sorted out, the results came back all clear."

"Good," he smiled, breathing a sigh of relief, "that's really good." Jimmy had suffered his own restless night, the threat looming over those test results had bothered him more than he would ever accurately admit. That sigh was releasing more tension than I could have realized – at least more than I could have realized in the pre-ESP days.

"So, Jimmy," I said, pulling myself into a position where I could sit up and see him, "how are things? What's the news? How is life on the outside?"

"On the outside?" he echoed with an amused look.

"I'm an institutionalized man." I replied in my best Shawshank impression.

"Well, nothing much to report," he answered after laughing at my awful impersonation of Morgan Freeman. "Obviously I've dropped out of college..." My eyebrows shot up, "Well, not dropped out, deferred the semester, but I'm not there anymore so there isn't much difference at the moment. Everyone understood, the guys and the girls all send their love and best wishes, they all liked you by the way, they were as shocked as I was when you had your accident. But they have all moved on, I still meet up with them for a drink every now and again, but I've spent most of my time here, so..."

"wait," I interrupted, "You did what?!?"

Jimmy sighed and sat back into his seat; he knew this was coming. "The morning I found out about your crash, I came straight here, that was on the Saturday morning. By the time you had gone through your first rounds of surgeries and they had decided you were going to... err..." he licked his lips nervously, "...to make it, almost a week had past and I hadn't been to class, they just didn't seem important. The following Monday, I went in and saw the admin people; I explained the situation, the crash, your surgeries, your condition, my time at the hospital... at first I just wanted to make sure they didn't kick you out of college for not turning up, but then they asked what

our

relationship was; I guess I hesitated because she decided that we were 'partners' before I could say anything, maybe she thought I was embarrassed or something, the whole gay thing kinda came from there.

"anyway, they said that it counted as a close family emergency and that we could both defer the semester, I'm not even sure what that means but I think it means we can keep our credits from this year so far and finish the rest of them next year, or make up the difference in the third year... I don't know. But I've been here ever since. So..."

I nodded, grateful that Jimmy had thought of telling the college what had happened but concerned that his academic future may have been dragged down with mine. "Thanks man." I said appreciatively, before changing the subject for him. "So... any girls on the go?"

"Actually, the girl from the bar that night was the last one." He smiled, happy with for the chance to talk about anything

other

than what had happened to me.

"You're shitting me!"

"Nope, it's true," He laughed, "You're looking at a man whose had no pussy in 2 months."

"that has got to be some kind of record."

"It's been a while since I've gone through a dry spell of this severity" he agreed, still laughing.

"So, Chastity was your last conquest..." I joined in the laughter, "there has be another level of irony there."

"Oh shit, yeah, I forgot her name. How the hell do you remember that?"

"Because as far as I am concerned, it happened, like, three days ago!"

"well trust me," he said, "if you saw how that girl acted in bed... hooo." He rubbed his hands together wistfully.

"that good, eh?"

"That girl was..." he paused for a second, looking off into the distance with a smirk, "... fucking crazy!" he laughed, "an absolute demon in the sack though, wouldn't mind another run at her if I get the chance."

"And what about Phillipa? Or Charlotte?"

"aww, have you met them yet?"

"Nope, Amy was the only one left here last night, and Becky came in to say hello this morning, haven't met any of the others yet." I obviously – and intentionally – left out the more suggestive elements of the conversation between Becky and I; Jimmy could be accused of being many things, but discreet was not one of them.

"dude, you are in for a treat..." Jimmy shook his head with a whistle, "... put it this way, if either of them showed even a sniff of interest, I would hang up my player card for life and wife the fuck out of her."

"I'll keep that in mind." An exotic looking brown haired beauty wearing nursing scrubs walked into the room, Becky close behind her with a wry grin painted across her features. Either they had exceptional timing, or Jimmy was incredibly unlucky when it came to talking about women.

"Oh... Hey Philippa." He winced comically... again.

Considering this was the object of Jimmy's fantasy, I immediately took in the new nurse in my life. Philippa was - in a word – spectacular. Mixed pacific heritage gave her flawless skin an almost glowing bronze quality as it seemed to form to her frame in a way that screamed sexual perfection. Every move that she made, every gesture, every blink seemed to ooze with seductive energy and a simple flick of her glance was enough to induce a granite like erection. The deep brown molten pools she had for eyes were fixed on Jimmy with an air of playful amusement, her thin lips curled into a smirk as she beheld Jimmy's embarrassment.

She stood just inside the doorway – Becky had squeezed past with a giggle – and was striking a pose of faux indignation, thrusting her shapely hips to one side and holding one of her hands against it. I could definitely see why Jimmy was so taken by this woman; although – at least in my opinion – Becky had the more curvy and voluptuous body, Philippa had an air of confident, lustful sexuality that Becky seemed to lack, she was exactly Jimmy's type.

"So, I understand you have been less than candid about your relationship to my patient." She said to Jimmy with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

Jimmy held his hands up in surrender with a chuckle of his own. "I... err... did what I had to do." He offered from behind his smitten smile.

By this point, Becky was standing next to my best, watching the exchange with the same amount of amusement as I was. She wasn't touching me, but she couldn't resist her strong desire to just be close to me; her thoughts giving away the fact that although Philippa had come in her to introduce herself – she hadn't been on shift since I had woken up – Becky had no legitimate reason to be here, she just saw an opportunity to be close to me and took it, a reality that excited and concerned her in equal measure.

"So..." Philippa said, turning towards me and leaving Jimmy hanging, "It's nice to finally meet you, I'm Philippa. Good to see you awake." Her dazzling smile was enough to make me catch my breath.

"It's nice to meet you too, Jimmy has told me a lot about you." I smirked. Jimmy flashed an awkward look in my direction, but I ignored him.

"Has he now?" Philippa eyed him with faux suspicion. "I hear that you have offered to take us all out for a drink when you're all better, as a thank you."

"that's the plan." I nodded, "Gotta thank you all somehow."

"will this one be there?" she jerked her head in Jimmy's direction.

"probably."

She paused for a second, making an exaggerated attempt at looking thoughtful, "I guess he can make up for lying to me with a drink then." She smirked at my slack-jawed friend, turning to face him. "Mine is a red wine, you'd better not forget."

"definitely not." Jimmy mumbled in shock

"Good thing he's cute." She giggled before turning back to me, "anyway, we're off on our rounds now that I've introduced myself, so I'll see you later."

Becky – who hadn't moved from her place by my side, nodded and looked down at me. "you still want that shave later?" she asked with a sultry smile of her own, although her internal monologue was telling me that 'shave' was far from what she actually had in mind.

"Can't wait." I winked back. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, and she ground her thighs together to scratch an itch that had been growing since this morning. She had no idea what it was about me, but she was starting to see the benefit of having a spare change of clothes in her locker, at this rate, neither her scrub pants nor her panties were going to make it to the end of her shift. With a flushed smile, she turned and followed Philippa out of the room.

Jimmy was so transfixed on the brunette the had completely missed the exchange between Becky and me, that was something I was grateful for. "so, that was Philippa then." I asked with a grin.

"I... err... think I'm in love."

"and that promise about hanging up your players card?"

"You can have it." He laughed. "you think she is interested?" As it happened, I knew she was interested, maybe not as interested in him as he was in her, but nursing was a busy profession that didn't allow her much time for her to socialize with visitors so she didn't know him well enough to make an educated assessment, but she definitely thought he had potential. Like Becky, she wasn't a fan of the players and bad boys either, and she absolutely despised liars; but Jimmy had a noble reason for his deceit and – to her - nobility and loyalty were vitally important – and attractive – qualities in a man. His constant, voluntary vigil at my bedside these long weeks had given her enough evidence that his good looks hid an equally good character; if he could show her both – and the equally important characteristic of being willing to commit - then she would definitely be more than interested. Her thoughts weren't quite as explicit as Becky's were towards me, but the idea of Jimmy worshipping her body, and her being happy to return the favor warmed her in places that had been sadly neglected for longer than she would like to admit.