CHAPTER 2 - EMBARRASSING PUBLIC EXPOSURE
Behind the closed drape, nurse Nadine helps Rachelle into the bed, reconnects the Demerol drip. Big Nurse is nowhere to be seen.
Rachelle is blissfully woozy, wishes everyone would leave so she could have another go at herself. The clit ring is pinching her, but does not hurt. The throbbing sensation it sends her is quite the opposite of pain.
Doctor Chen orders nurse Nadine to report to the Imaging Theater with Doctor Chow. The dark-haired woman hurries off, a fond backward glance at Rachelle on the white bed. The young patient's sungold hair is wild on the pillow.
"An orderly will transport you to the procedure room," Doctor Chen tells his patient. "We're giving you an upper GI, which will show us images of your intestinal tract. We'll be able to see what is bothering you. Best of luck, Miss Williams."
Chen exits, leaving the drape wide open. Moments later, a tall unshaven orderly with the name Nappo on his pocket wheels a gurney alongside Rachelle's bed. He places her bag of belongings on a lower shelf. She looks up at him. He has a disheveled appearance. Her instant name for him is Lurch.
"Pull you across now."
The large man of few words and crooked teeth reaches over the gurney and slides a hand beneath Rachelle's back. His hand goes inside the open-backed gown and the girl cringes at his touch. His other arm snakes beneath her soft legs, lifts her easily, jackknifing her knees. The loose gown slides to her lap, her butt hangs out in the breeze, clearly visible to an old man down the ward hobbling for the toilet. Too fucking bad the guy is blind, he could have had a stroke on the spot, gone out happy.
Rachelle moves to cover herself, but Lurch drags her bottom across the bed and onto the gurney, lays her out. The dangling IV bag he transfers to a hook on the gurney.
The Demerol drip insulates her in blissful calm. She rolls on her side, not noticing that the gown slides into her lap and the sheet down her hip, exposing a svelte feminine bootie to Lurch's view.
Lurch has heard tell of this troublesome patient. She'd reacted strangely during the exam. But she is lovely, loopy, and damn near naked on his gurney.
Although it's far outside his job description, Lurch turns up her drip. All that concerns him is keeping the lovely patient helpless. On waves of bliss, Rachelle sighs and snuggles into the bed. Lurch cannot take his eyes from her rump. But this is too public. He carefully arranges the sheet so she is more properly covered, and plans a different route to the surgery room. Longer, less-travelled. Darker corridors with no busybody prying eyes.
A quick glance through the drape. No one nearby on the ward for the moment. He pushes the gurney toward the ambulance entrance. In seconds he and his doped-up package are through the double doors and into a darkened corridor. Here, a construction project is underway, there are obstacles, dust and detours. An open doorway to a dark loading ramp reveals the baleful eye of a full October moon.
Lurch pulls Rachelle's sheet aside, exposing her smooth flank from toes to ribcage. The moon's malevolent light strokes her helpless butt. Holy mother of fuck! His mind whirls, trying to think of a place where he can have five minutes alone with this delirious nude goddess. Rachelle is off somewhere in sweet dreams, wafted along by her recent orgasm. Her hand vaguely seeks her crotch, but she is not compos-mentis enough to stroke herself. She dreams of the waterfall, the beautiful forest princess.
Lurch is amazed. He stops the gurney in a dim corner, leans down to peer at Rachelle's bare bottom. Between her pressed thighs, he sees slim fingers resting on her most intimate parts. I could fuck this ho right now!
He hurries toward the elevator, calculating his odds of being alone with her on the ride up to floor six. The door slides open and all looks good, he's got her in the car and the door is closing, but a hand shoots into the gap and the door obediently opens. Two men in yellow vests and hard-hats, tool belts dangling with all manner of heavy clunking objects, step into the car.
"Hey Boyo, hope ya don't mind. Gotta head up to Five."
Lurch can scarcely control his frustration. The two men eye the naked curves on the gurney, and go completely quiet. The ride in the cramped elevator is a strained one, the workmen trying to ogle lovely Rachelle's golden body, and Lurch staring pitchforks, willing them to fucking vanish. No one in the elevator gets their way. This stiff but lifelike tableau holds steady until the car stops and the men step out.
Through the closing doors, Lurch can hear their release of laughter in the corridor, "Hey were those the golden globes or what?"
Lurch eyes his prize. Only one floor to ride, but he will be alone with her! But again fate plays a hand, as into the car steps Medical Technician Jakko, an older dude with a scraggly gray beard and light blue scrubs. Rumor is he wears no underwear.
Jakko pushes the floor button and leans against the wall. He eyes Lurch, then his gaze takes in the uncovered rear end of unconscious Rachelle. He steps close to Lurch and hisses in his ear.
"You are in charge of this patient and by god you will see to her privacy or you'll be on report!"
Not waiting for a response, Jakko steps behind Rachelle and pulls the sheet across to cover her, tucking it firmly under the thin mattress. He stands rigid as a Buckingham Palace guard until the doors slide back. Lurch waits for Jakko to exit the car, but the old man does not move, only glares back. Finally Lurch puts the gurney into motion, turning right into a quiet part of the wing.
"Where are you taking her," Jakko calls out acidly.
Lurch looks back. How he would like to twist that old fart's scrawny neck! "Theater C, they said."
"It's this way, you moron. Follow me."
Jakko starts off at a brisk pace, glancing back at unwilling Lurch and his sleeping passenger. Jakko stops outside an open door. The dim room inside is large, the walls cannot be seen from the doorway. The old med tech looks on as Lurch pushes the gurney inside.
A nurse rushes up. "It took you long enough! There are four of us waiting. That will be all." She makes a shooing motion at him. The nurse guides the gurney toward the only spot of light in the darkened room, near a cart of instruments and glowing monitors.
Lurch turns and walks out, adjusting his aim to push hard into Jakko's shoulder. Jakko runs after him, faces the taller man with an angry glare. "Why were those workmen laughing when they stepped out of the car?"
Just after the two are out of sight, a nurse's angry yell in the Imaging Theatre. "Hey, why is patient's drip turned all the way up? What are they doing down there in ER?"
Muffled chatter between the nurses as one of them turns off the flow. "We can get her onto the exam table without embarrassing her at least."
The exam table is glass, with a smooth raised lip. Although it is cool, Rachelle feels small and helpless as three nurses alley-oop her off the gurney and center her on the glass surface. They straighten the gown and cover her with a thin blanket. The room is dark and cavernous, a concrete floor with drains, a glass-walled booth in one corner where two nurses work with electronic equipment. Soft light from computer monitors lights their faces. The two nurses with Rachelle busy themselves turning on the ultrasound equipment and readying the barium enema.
Rachelle moans sleepily, stretching on the wide table. Her eyes open, all she sees is dark ceiling. A nurse speaks to her.
