Max was airlifted to a nearby military hospital. He realized he didn't even know where he was. He didn't care just now. He just wanted to get to the next tournament and end this thing. The helicopter was landing on the roof. An orderly and six guards were there to greet him, if you could call that a greeting. They placed him on a gurney and rushed him inside. He was in x-ray when he opened his eyes. The ordeal of the past few days had taken its toll, especially the last few hours. Losing Gina like that was killing him. He was almost glad he was wounded, it gave him an excuse to tear up and act unhappy, he was unhappy. He was given a shot to put him out. His leg wasn't in the greatest of shape. The nurses undressed him and put a hospital gown on him. He heard one of them commenting about something and moaning as they pulled his fatigues off. Then the lights went out...
...Gina cried herself to sleep on the cold cement steps. Her safety was of no importance, losing Max was more than she could bare. How could you fall in love with someone only knowing them for three or four days? Was it three or was it four? What day was it? How long had she been here? She woke with these questions racing through her mind. She looked around for Max, hoping it had all been a dream. The sound of an engine roaring down the alley brought her back to reality. She was still in grave danger. She ducked further into the basement steps. The jeep roared by and she popped her head out just a little.
Where would she go, where could she hide? They were sweeping this place and they would be checking everywhere. The tower! Their hideout, their love-nest. She would try and make her way back there...
...Max came too in a clean bed covered with a clean sheet. The rustling of a nurse's starched uniform roused him awake. He was drowsy but alive. His leg ached like crazy. He let out a soft moan as he bent his knee.
"Um, does it hurt honey?" The nurse asked.
Max opened his drugged eyes to see a middle aged attractive lady looking down at him. He sighed and laid his leg back down.
"Umm, yeah it does. What did you people do to me?" He asked.
"What did we do?! What did you do?" She asked and smiled at him.
"What time is it?" He asked sluggishly.
"Two-thirty." The nurse said, turning to look at a clock on the wall just in front of him.
His eyes followed hers and he noticed the clock. He gave her an 'oh, I see' look and closed his eyes. Memories of the last few days flooded back to his mind. He closed his eyes and sighed. She walked to the tray table and returned to his bedside with a paper cup and plastic glass of water.
"Need a pain killer honey?" She offered them to Max.
"Yes, thanks." He took the medicine and laid back down.
His eyes shot open. Was Gina ok? Had they found her? Did she get out alive? He had a million questions that he couldn't ask. He couldn't let on that he knew someone was alive in there. He was supposed to be the last one, he had to keep up the charade. He would find out eventually but it was killing him inside now. The nurse left the room informing Max that she would be right back.
When she returned she had a tub of water, wash cloth, soap and towel. She placed the things on the table and rolled it to the bed. She pulled the sheet down and started to slip his gown off. He took her hand to stop her.
"Honey, you need a bath real bad. Unless you want to try and get in the shower you better just lay back and let me wash you." She told him, her smile was warm.
Max thought she was very pretty for her age. She had salt and pepper hair down to her chin. Her nurse's cap didn't do her any favors. Her eyes were happy and a light shade of amber. She filled her dress nicely, the top button unfastened. The skirt flared out so he wasn't sure what her hips and legs were like, he really didn't care just now. She was probably younger than Max. He was forty-two. (How old was Gina? He didn't know how old she was. He ran the information he had on her through his mind and calculated she must be around twenty-two or three.) The nurse's name plate said 'Captain Reed'. Max studied her as she wet the cloth and began to wipe it across his chest.
"Now doesn't that feel good?" She asked him.
"Reed? Is there a first name with that Capt.?" He asked.
"Allison. You can call me Capt. Reed." She said, smiling.
"Ali, I like that." He said.
"Capt. Reed." She repeated.
"Where am I Allis...Capt. Reed?" He asked.
She smiled at him. "New Detroit. Reagan Airforce Base. In the hospital, anything else you want to know?"
She lifted his arm and washed down it and scrubbed his underarm and down his side. She had laid the towel under him. After she finished washing his chest and stomach she pulled the sheet down to the foot of the bed and took hold of his half removed gown. He took her hand again.
"Honey, I'm a nurse. I have seen these things before. I know you think you are a gift to women but I don't need any presents right now I just need a clean patient." She said pulling the gown out of his hand.
He laid there totally naked exposed to her eyes. She continued washing him with indifference. When she took his nasty filthy penis with the rag, she looked into his eyes and started questioning him about his ordeal. He spread his thighs to allow her to wash him. He was getting excited, he couldn't help it. She kept talking to his eyes acting as if nothing were happening between his legs. She worked her way down his legs. His penis never got fully erect. She would lift a leg and bath the underneath side. She wet the cloth again and washed his feet. When she got to his bandaged calf she took special care not to cause him any discomfort. He had hit the jackpot of nurses. She finished his bath and pulled his gown back up and covered him with the sheet, his half swollen penis bulged under it.
