Like all of my stories, they have their own reality when it comes to the medical stuff I mention.
The rain was still coming down pretty hard. I must have fallen in the mud at least 3 times before I found a camp. I could barely see. Between the mud running down my face and the blood coming from where I'd hit my head, everything was blurry at best.
"Clara! He's here!" yelled a woman when she saw me.
Another woman came out of the trees on my right then everything went dark.
"There's no moving it, it's completely stuck," said another woman.
I had no idea how long I'd been out. One woman had my head on her lap, resting on a towel and the other just came in from the rain and was soaking wet. She closed the zipper behind her and looked closely at my head.
"I don't think it needs stitches but we'll need to clean him up. Did the shower setup make it?" said the soaked woman.
"Yes, he can barely stand though, one of us will have to help him," replied the other woman.
"What happened, where are we?" I asked, trying to sit up.
"We're deep in the woods, camping and you managed to hit your head. You'll live but you need to take it easy," said the first woman.
"Are you going to shower him?" asked the second woman.
"I'm already soaked, a semi-warm shower will do me good."
The woman had begun to undress, she stripped down to her bra and then turned away from us to take that off too. She put a waterproof poncho over herself and then helped the other woman take my wet clothes off, leaving me in just my soaking-wet boxer shorts. She helped me to my feet then they both put a poncho on me too. The woman helping me tucked a couple of towels under her other arm.
"Please make sure to rinse his head, I'll clean it up again when you get back, I'll try and find him some clothes," said the first woman.
"Wh... what are your names?" I said. The women looked at each other.
"You don't remember?" said one.
"I don't know, I remember the storm wasn't meant to hit this area and that's about it," I replied.
"I'm Lisa and that is Clara. Your name is Marcus," said the woman holding me up.
"Talk more when you get him back. You should hurry," said Clara.
We walked a short distance to a shower setup. It was pretty crude but a small generator was connected to a tank that gave us pretty warm water. Lisa took our ponchos and my boxers off, tested the water and had me hold myself up on one of the poles as she quickly washed herself. I couldn't help but watch, she was pretty sexy, maybe early 30's, clearly kept in shape and had really nice breasts. I felt my cock getting hard as she rinsed the water from her breasts and nothing I could think of would make it stop.
"Well, I'm taking that as a compliment but you are in no condition, mister," she said with a grin.
"Sorry, I, you're just very pretty and sexy is all," I replied.
"Don't worry about it, you're a man, I get it."
Lisa washed the mud off my body, laughing a little as my cock refused to deflate then made sure to gently wash my hair. Her hand accidentally brushed my wound and it made me see stars.
"Fuck, I'm so sorry," she said then I blacked out again.
When I woke again, I was dry and laying on a sleeping bag. The rain was coming down harder again and I could hear a few cracks of thunder. I thought I could smell burning too and when I looked, Clara was looking in the engine bay of the truck as it smoked. I blacked out again and when I woke up, the storm had passed.
"Hey, he's awake," said Clara as she smiled at me.
"What happened?" I asked, my head was pounding.
"You blacked out when you were in the shower. We managed to get you back to our tent right before lightning hit the truck. Thankfully, you're our awesome safety guy and we had extinguishers away from it so we put out the fire but it's dead, your tent is pretty fucked and so is the radio," said Lisa.
"Had I not unpacked yet?" I asked.
"You had one of those truck-bed setups, it was pretty cool."
"Guessing my clothes were in it too," I replied, looking down at my pink t-shirt and black sweatpants that were a little snug.
"Yes, your boxers were the only thing that wasn't ruined in that mud."
For the next couple of days, I was just told to relax. The women went through all of our supplies and had it split up. I still couldn't remember who they were to me. Lisa was the older of the two but not by much. Clara was very pretty too, she had short blonde hair and was in shape like Lisa and from what I could tell, was well endowed in the chest department like Lisa. They looked like they could be sisters but I couldn't see too well, they told me I wore glasses and they had gotten lost.
"Yay, he's upright!" said Clara as I stepped out of the tent.
It was dark, the women were sitting by a fire.
"How's your head?" said Lisa.
"Feeling better, still can't remember too much though," I replied.
"It'll come back. The good thing is, you don't have a concussion but you need to take it easy. We have the camp set up as best as we can, we can survive out here for 6 months the way you pack our supplies but we need to plan getting help."
"How do you know I don't have a concussion?"
"I'm a nurse, I know what to look for," replied Lisa with a smile.
"What do you do, Clara?" I asked.
"I uh, I'm a model of sorts," she replied.
"It's the polite way of saying she's a whore," said Lisa with a grin, Clara slapped her arm.
"Fuck you, bitch. My whore money paid off your car and your apartment, remember," replied Clara, they both laughed.
"I know, I'm just jealous that I'm not that brave. Had an ex try to film us one time and I swear I went dryer than the Sahara, he was so pissed off," said Lisa.
"Was that the one with the little dick that thought he was huge?"
"He was average and thought he was huge."
"What do I do?" I asked.
"You're a computer guy. I'm getting tired, let's put this out then get some sleep," said Lisa.
The temperature dropped pretty hard overnight. I was on a sleeping mat on my own while Clara and Lisa shared another. They had a few blankets while I just had a light sleeping bag that was clearly meant for warmer weather. I was shivering so hard I actually shook the tent a little.
"Holy fuck it got cold, Clara, he's shivering," said Lisa.
