I woke to pain.
I'd twisted slightly on my back, and my midsection roared its displeasure at me, the skin, tortured and stitched, pulled against itself. I'd barely settled back and calmed the burning sensation when my arm tingled, painfully reminding me of a spray of buckshot through a wall. It should have killed me, would have, if not for the wall scattering the pellets.
I was in my parents room, now mine. The peaked roof of the room, a small extension on the house that was built in the sixties to give my grandparents "a private getaway" was adorned with the same natural wooden beams that had been there for nearly sixty years. The light streamed into the window from outside, the same chirping symphony of morning birds that I'd been hearing my whole life. I lay on my back, naked, by the feel of it, my arm and right shoulder bandaged, another on my back and front just over my hip bone. I lay flat, trying to not move.
Next to me, I could hear the breathing, gentle and slow, of a sleeping woman. I turned my head to see Allie, asleep, angelic. One of her hands was on my chest, gently, but firmly, holding me still. She shared my blankets, curled up on her side next to me. I slipped my hand into the space between us, testing my buckshot injuries, and lifted the blankets slightly to see her bare legs, black sport panties, and one of my old Tragically Hip t-shirts on top, too big for her small frame, the neck stretched out, gifting me a bpeek at her cleavage.
"No peeking," her sleepy voice filled the space between us.
"Finally... finally got you in bed, Allie..." my mouth felt like it was full of cotton. "Was i' good f'r you?"
Allie sat up, scooting her rear up next to me, "you almost died, Calvin," she curled her legs under her lovely ass as she looked me over, holding my buckshot arm, gently testing my bandages, peeking under to see if any stitches had torn. "You lost also much blood. Wendy used up all the stitches and had to use thread."
She let my arm down across her thigh, satisfied that the buckshot wounds were alright as she flipped the sheet back to see my bullet wound. "S'no fair," I complained as my cock found itself exposed to the air.
"Such a baby," she replied, muttering something in Russian as she whipped the shirt off, exposing her breasts to me. They were beautiful, set high and close on her chest, only the tiniest amount of sag in her C's. Allie looked at me, bemused, but her eyes betrayed something else. "Happy?"
"Mmmmm." I mumbled, my hand across her legs stroking her hip, "c'n I...?"
Tears slid from Allie's eyes, but she smiled, laughing quietly at me, "you almost die and all you can think about is my breasts," she helped me gently raise my hand, pressing it to her breast. It was warm, soft, pillowy. I tried to squeeze, but could only muster minor pressure. She put her hand to mine,"moya seksual'naya idiotskaya lyubov."
"Mmm, sounded dirty," I squeezed her breast weakly, my cock stirring at the warm feel of her soft flesh in my hands, a pink nipple tickling the inside of my palm. "I guess I'm allowed to touch again?" Allie nodded.
"She thinks you're sexy too," Wendy walked into the room, carrying a small metal washbasin, a little first aid kit in hand.
"Radi boga, Wendy," Allie cursed, covering her bare breasts, trying to put my hand down on the bed gently. Wendy stopped, rolling her eyes up for a moment.
"I don't know that one." Shrugging, she walked over to me, looking at my half-hard penis. "Well, that's a good sign, I figure," and she started to change my bandages. Next to me Allie had pulled my old t-shirt back on and was giving Wendy a deadly glare, leaning in to help.
"How long was I down? I... don' even 'member getting here."
Wendy's talented fingers pulled the medical tape off of my belly, and she gently wiped the wound with the hot water in her basin.
"Almost, seventy hours," she looked at Allie, "that's about right?" Allie nodded. "Take a break, hon, you've been with him the whole time. He's awake, out of the woods. I have this."
Allie stood, starting daggers at Wendy, but slowly turned, pulling on her pants, leaving the room. Wendy turned to watch the door close behind her, whistling between her teeth.
"She's barely let me touch you since Luis and the others brought you back," she helped me roll to my right side to change the bandage from my exit wound, "you've got a couple pints of her O neg in you now too." I winced as she cleaned the wound.
"Aah, fuck, that hurts. Why?"
"It hurts because you got shot, dummy," Wendy sassed.
I grimaced as she helped me lay back on the bed, "don't be a dick, you know what I mean."
Wendy rolled her eyes, "like teenagers. You're like teenagers." Walking to the other side of the bed, she began to change my buckshot bandages. "She did good work on these, though."
"Wendy, c'mon..."
"Fuck, fine," she worked away at the bandages, checking her stitches in my arm, "Bailey got us, and we helped Luis and Quinn get you to the table. I worked on you, and Allie was all over it. She was like a nurse, which was great. Once we got you to the bed, though, she told me she'd take care of you, and that was it," Wendy looked at me and snipped through a piece of cloth to make a new bandage, "and I mean it. Katy came in, and Bailey's been in, but Allie was in the bed with you, watching you. I came to wash you, and she took over, wouldn't let me touch you. Really possessive."
Wendy wrapped up, sitting back on the bed, pulling my sheets up over my member, feeding me sips of water from a nearby cup.
"Go... easy on her," I mumbled, "she's rec...reconciling some stuff."
"Oh, I know," she winked, "you to get better ASAP and put that thing in her. Like, a bunch. She's so pent up she's gonna explode if she doesn't get some soon."
"What about the others? Nala and the other two girls I got out," I changed the subject.
Wendy shook her head, "Luis mentioned some other women, they took off. Just him and Quinn, and Bay, of course."
