Declan came to. His blurry eyes slowly focused on the soft lights embedded in the hung ceiling panels. He was lying prone on a bed with soft sheets and a large pillow under his head. He heard steady blips and beeps and turned his head slightly to see a screen monitor with a bouncing green trace moving across it. His mind cleared a little more and he turned his head further to find he was in what appeared to be a hospital room.
Then his memory returned and, in his mind, he saw his windshield wipers flapping at the highest speed, fighting the downpour, just before he saw the big rig front grill with 'PETERBUILT' looming large as it smashed head-on into his sedan's front end. The air bag blew up in his face and his next revelation was this hospital room.
He heard words in his head but not his ears: 'Oh, seems like our lucky guy is coming around'.
A face came into his vision. It was a woman, a pretty brunette, her hair coiffed up, and smiling.
"Well, hello there. Welcome back. I'm Doctor Abigale Allen. Can you tell me your name?"
"Uh... Declan?"
"Okay, Declan, how many fingers am I holding up?"
"Uh... three?"
"Very good. Please lie still. You are at Memorial General Hospital. You were in a bad traffic accident. We performed some emergency surgery on your broken arm but nothing too serious. Other than that, you had a nasty bruise on your head, some concussion. The MRI showed a slight spot of concern but nothing we can identify that needs more intervention. In a few days, you should be up and around."
Declan heard those words in his ears and then other words in his mind.
'I sure hope you're up and around before you're discharged. Me and the nurses would love a little around time with you. The nurses all twittered and competed to do your sponge bath. What luck to have a studly guy like you to care for: a great strong body and a great big dick.'
Declan looked down across the sheets that covered the soft topic of those perceived but unspoken comments. He turned his head slightly toward his smiling doctor and heard some other words out loud.
"Well, I'll send one of the nurses in to take your vitals and help with anything else you may need."
Declan's thoughts ran over the previous message that she hadn't spoken but he had received. He looked closer at his doctor. She wore a white lab coat with her name on the breast pocket. That breast pocket was bulged out over a large set of packed boobs, a valley of cleavage between the lapels. He felt his cock twitch at the sight. Well, at least that part of his anatomy didn't seem damaged. He pondered its need for attention. His thoughts were frisky and personal.
'What I need is a blowjob.'
Dr. Allen's eyes gave a small pop and she looked at her patient with a surprised expression that melted into a sly grin. She tapped the sheet covering his groin.
"I'll send in a nurse to take care of that."
Declan was sure he hadn't spoken out loud but his thoughts had registered with the doctor. She turned to leave but he had another unspoken wish.
'I'd rather see your naked tits while YOU suck me off.'
She moved to the room door, closed and locked it, and turned back, unbuttoning her lab coat. The loosened lapels peeled back and revealed her chest meat packed in a lacy black bra. Shrugging her shoulders, the lab coat fell to her elbows as her hands moved behind and unclipped the sexy boob covers' back strap. The shoulder straps fell down her arms and the cups fell off her big tits to reveal broad dark nipples. She stepped towards her studly patient's bedside.
Declan was in a trance. Had she read his mind? Had he projected his thoughts? What was that about a spot of concern on his brain scan MRI?