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A flash of white hot searing pain coursed through my left wrist, and the sickening crack of something that sounded a bit like wet celery being snapped in half confirmed my fears; my arm had been broken.

As my vision began to blur, I could see my bike, practically unscathed – one wheel still spinning.

“Huh,” I scoffed, “that’s kind of funny.”

Then it all faded to black.

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The soft sounds of a hospital room slowly sang me awake.

*Beep…*
*Beep…*
*Beep…*

My mouth was dry, my lips were dry, my eyes hurt bad. I could feel bandages wrapped around my forehead. Using my left arm, I moved to –

*My left arm…*

I glanced over, investigating why exactly it was that I couldn’t move it. I saw it, elevated, suspended in a white cast.

*Oh. That’s right.*

A man entered the room, a doctor of about 50 or so years old – with graying hair and a five o’ clock shadow. He looked like a tv doctor.

Walking over, he noticed my eyes tracking him. He produced a warm smile on his face and a pen in his hand. He began writing on a clipboard.

“Good morning Mr. Edwards. Glad to see you’re awake. You’re at Saint Mary’s hospital, my name is Dr. Oster I’ll be taking care of you during your stay here.”

“Glad to be awake. Hate to sound like a cliche but-“

“How long have you been out? About 9 or so hours. Just through the night. How’s your pain?”

“Fine, I guess,” I lied, as my body’s pain receptors caught up to my conscious state. In reality it was nothing short of tortuous. All of the sudden, waves of throbbing pain shot up and down my arm.

“On a scale from 1-10?” The TV doctor frowned at me, probably sensing my fib.

“A seven. Probably an eight actually.” Another wave of pain- “let’s call it an eight.”

“We’ve got you on paracetamol right now, but I might right you up a prescription for some middle grade narcotics – maybe even an intravenous opioid.”

“I’ll pass on the opioids.”

“Oh? They’ll work more effectively than an oral dose of one thing like oxycodone-“

“I’ll pass.” I said sternly.

“Oxycodone it is. We’ll start you with a smaller dosage and go from there.” The TV doctor scribbles on his board. “Okay. I’ll go get this over to the pharmacy. Your nurse will be right in to check in on your neurological state, just to make sure there’s no brain damage or concussions.”

I hadn’t even considered the possibility that the crash had somehow damaged. My head hurt, but not horribly so, not nearly as bad as my arm. The TV doctor walked out and I looked around my room. My clothes were neatly folded and in a green-clear bag labeled ‘personal possessions’. The contents of my pockets – my wallet, keys, and phone sat on the bedside table. I thought, briefly, where the half empty package of cigarettes had gone.

“Mr. Edwards?” A soft voice followed by a softer knock emanated from the doorway. Peeking around the corner was a small framed brunette woman with short cropped hair. She wore turquoise blue scrubs and an athletic long sleeve t-shirt underneath. “Can I come in?”

“Uhm, yes.” I called awkwardly, suddenly aware that I was indeed naked under the hospital gown. As she turned the corner, I could see her features clearer. A soft yet defined chin that had a dimple right above its apex. A curved bottom lip that gave way to full rosy cheeks and a cupids bow on her top lip. Her nose was a bit crooked, and her eyes were a cool green. Her skin was tan, and a small eyebrow piercing adorned her left side.

“Hi, I’m Jessica, I’ll be helping with your care plan during your stay here.”

“Hi. I’m Sam.” I managed, swallowing hard. She smiled, checking my wrist tag and then my pulse. “I must look a mess.”

“Would you like a mirror?” She said matter of factly, putting a stethoscope to my chest.

“No… I think I’m better off not knowing.”

“You have a few minor lacerations on your left cheekbone, and when you came in there was a good amount of swelling on your forehead, just above your eye, but it’s gone down.”

“Oh. Thanks, Nurse Jessica.”

“Just Jessica is fine.” She said, smiling warmly. I couldn’t help but notice her hands were sleek and clean, with well defined structure in each of her fingers. She worked with a gentleness that put me at ease – even distracting me a moment from the pain.

“Just Jessica.” I repeated back. One of her perfect hands reached up to my face, stopping shy of touching.

“I’m going to move your head a bit, is that okay?”

“Sure.” I said. Her fingers grasped my chin and she moved my head down, staring at me. They were like two ponds, piercing my eyes. I noticed a small beauty mark under the eye with the brow piercing. She blinked a few times before producing a small flashlight.

“A little bit of light, tell me if it’s too uncomfortable.”

“For sure.” The light shone into my eyes. With a half sense of guilt and half sense of curiosity, I peeked down her shirt. A stupid move, as she was looking straight into my eyes, but I figured I could risk it. I caught a small glimpse of her small pert breasts, covered by a tan unassuming bra. I’m not necessarily the most horny person on the planet, but I can admit freely that I was a bit lost in the sight. Maybe a bit too lost-

“Your birthdate, Mr. Edwards?” Her tone of voice made it clear that it was her second or third time asking.

“March 23rd, uhm, 2000,” I said, snapping to, “sorry.”

“You’re okay. Some drowsiness is expected,” I got away with it. A sense of relief breezed over me. “Just watch where those eyes wander.” Shit. I guess I hadn’t. I looked up to meet her eyes, and there was no trace of malice – or even discomfort in them. In fact… was she teasing me? “Huh. You’re the same age as my younger brother.” She mentioned casually.

My curiosity, once again, got the better of me, “how much younger is he?” As soon as the question left my lips, I thought if that was crossing a line after my glimpse-catching blunder.

“4 years.” She said. That placed her at 26, about what I had expected – still the youngest nurse I had encountered in my times at hospitals. “What is the last thing you remember before waking up here?”

From there she performed some tests on me, first starting with what I assumed were neurological tests and then moving on to gently poking and prodding my sore body. A few places were bruised heavily, especially my legs. I observed her closely as she worked, noticing that her mouth would scrunch to a point from time to time, cutely pursing her lips forwards. Occasionally, in particularly tough spots, she’d stick the tip of her tongue between her teeth, aiming her entire focus at what she was doing. Finally, she stopped and looked up at me.

“During the crash, you suffered a few lacerations to your legs, including one to your upper groin. I’m gonna take a quick peek under your robe if that is alright with you – if you’d rather have a male nurse or Dr. Oster to come back in-“

“Oh, no, that’s fine I have no problem with that.” I said, keeping my voice steady. I could feel my stomach stir a little bit as the wondered of her seeing my penis didn’t necessarily arouse me, but surely excited me.

She smiled and said, “This will just be a second. Tell me if you experience any discomfort at all.” With that, Jessica slipped on a pair of latex gloves, and lifted my robe. Although I was in decently severe pain and my head throbbed, there was a distinct eroticism coursing through my body.

*Shit. Don’t get hard.*

I stared at the ceiling, counting the pinholes in the tiles, as I felt her hands navigate my thigh. I felt a slight tugging sensation at the skin of my groin, and noticed she was pulling down a bandaid.

“I’m going to have to move your scrotum, if that is alright with you.” She said, holding onto the half pulled off clean bandage. “It looks like the cut has healed nicely, I’m just going to put a fresh bandage on it to be sure. I don’t want to risk any of the left over adhesive causing any… discomfort for you.”

“Sure. Glad the cuts not too bad.” It took just about every ounce of willpower in me not to get hard as she cupped my balls and moved them over to the right. Her bare wrist glanced my glands and I swear that my cock basically jumped with excitement. Jessica seemingly ignored it, as she pulled off the bandage. She stepped over to the cabinets that lined the walls, which gave me a moment to recalibrate myself. Finally, I’d gotten the erotic thoughts out of my head.

What was wrong with me? She was just doing her job. I blamed it on the meds and the groggy feeling that swam through my head. But still, I felt vaguely disappointed in myself. While these admonishing thoughts flew in me, I made the mistake of looking at her butt – heart shaped and well sculpted. It sat nicely, even in her scrubs.

*Dear God.*

She turned back and got ready to apply the bandaid. This time, with a bit more gusto, Jessica grabbed my balls again, and moved them to the side. The tighter pressure lent itself to a bit more of a pleasurable feeling, as I quickly moved my eyes away from the action to the ceiling once more. With a quick motion, the bandage was placed. My cock returned to its ordinary resting place as she withdrew her hand. I noticed that her tongue was placed between her teeth. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could stay flaccid. I let out a small shuddering breath as she stood up straight.

“I’ll be back in a while to get those pain killers to you, in case you need anything press that call button right there.” Jessica indicated the small red button next to my bed. “Do you have an appetite?”

“Not really.” I said quickly, hoping she would leave soon. I could feel my cock rising, and immediately noticed I was still exposed to her. Using my still good arm, I pulled down my robe.

“Oh, so sorry, I was just about to do that.” She said, removing her gloved and washing her hands. “Okay, Mr. Edwards, I’ll be back soon.”

I watched her ass away as she left, her steps deliberate and brisk. My cock was engorged, throbbing hard. I took a cursory brush over the robe covering me with the tips of my fingers. A small bead of precum leaked through the fabric. Suddenly, my imagination ran rampant.

Her lips opening, her pink tongue emerging as she circled my head with light strokes, kissing the crown of my penis, using one of her hands to delicately stroke me, her defined fingers teasing my cock. I pictured her breasts, free from her double layers, perky and close to her body, with pink nipples, the bones of her chest and ribs heaving as she sumptuously slurped on me. Her wet tongue moving up and down, stroking me.

I found my right hand, somewhat clumsily, playing with my cock as the scene progressed.

At this point in my dreamlike fantasy, Jessica’s pants had vanished. She was beside the hospital bed, running both of her hands up and down her body. Her pussy was smooth and round, with a small mound right above it which made it look all the more appetizing. She lifted one of her legs, revealing a pink interior, dripping with honey-like arousal, mounting the rail of the bed and straddling over my hips. Slowly, she lowered herself onto me. As I slipped inside her, I could feel the flesh of her pussy gripping my shaft. With a fast pace, she rolled her body back and forth, sliding up and down my cock.

My pace quickened, as I could feel my balls getting ready to empty. My hand jerked my cock steadily, as I peered down at it, mouth slightly agape, letting moans slip out. With sudden force, a spurt of cum burst its way out and landed squarely on my covered chest, a second landed on my abdomen, and a third on my stomach. Exasperated, I laughed a bit.

“Oh.” Jessica said at the door. My body went cold as I moved my eyes over to her.

“Oh.” I said.

One more dribble of cum rolled off of the head of my cock and onto my thumb.

*Shit.*

to be continued…

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