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water from Suzanna and quickly swallowed them. Suzanna sat on a chair and waited while Megan drank her tea and nibbled on a few crackers and cheese. She soon started to feel drowsy. The sedative was taking effect.
“Good morning, sunshine. Breakfast is here,” a cheery voice said, waking Megan from a wonderful dream about Mark. She resented the intrusion. Strangely enough, she felt hungry. The steaming scrambled eggs and biscuits looked eatable and the coffee didn’t smell half bad.
“My name’s Julie, and I’m your day nurse.”
“Hi, Julie. I need to use the—“
“Oh, of course. Here, let me help you.”
With Julie’s help, Megan slowly walked to the bathroom. She was pleased to see a bath and a separate shower cubicle. “I’ll be so glad when I can shower normally again,” she told the nurse, avoiding the big mirror above the sink and after closing the door, closing her eyes to the mirror on the back of it while she sat on the toilet.
“I bet. It won’t be long. I promise.”
After she finished her breakfast, Julie helped her into a floral hospital gown.
“Wait here while I fetch a wheelchair.” She returned fast wheeling a wheelchair into the room. “Your taxi, Madame,” she joked.
Megan sat in the chair and Julie wheeled her out of the room. Megan took a deep breath—it was her first trip into the outside world since the accident. They passed quite a few other rooms. All the doors were closed, so Megan didn’t know if there were patients in them. At the end of a very long hallway was a set of double doors. Julie punched in a code on the panel next to them and they opened slowly.
They entered another hallway, but different from before. This one had a few turns before they arrived at yet another set of double doors. Again, Julie punched in a code. When the doors opened and Julie wheeled her inside, Megan gasped. It was a huge room. Ferns, flowers, tropical plants and trees unlike any she’d ever seen before or even seen pictures of surrounded a steaming pool. Fountains spouted from graceful statues.
“I’ll help you into the pool,” Julie said.
“What about all the bandages?”
“They’ll soak off. Don’t worry about them. Just relax in the water.”
Megan threw a sidelong glance at her bandaged left shoulder, only a shoulder with no arm attached to it. She swallowed hard to get rid of the lump in her throat. Carefully, she stood and with Julie holding her right arm and assisting her, waded into the pool.
The water felt heavenly, soothing, and she lowered her body into it completely. Strange sensations flitted across her arms, her body, her legs, almost as if a million little spiders were at work eating at her scars. Shivering, she wiped her legs carefully, her belly, saw the bandages float away in the water. There was no pain, no discomfort at all, so she closed her eyes and just enjoyed the peace and calmness of the moment, and the weird comfort the water afforded the scarred and oozing tissues. It was almost as if the water was a healing balm instead of ordinary water.
Soft music started, almost acting like a lullaby. Half dozing, she dreamed about Mark, his hotter than hell body, his handsome face. For the first time in ages, she felt completely at peace, felt a longing enter her body, a heat between her legs. She imagined his hands on her body, spreading her legs. Oblivious of anything else, her hand crept to her pussy, its baldness escaping her for the moment. She rubbed her clit, slid her fingers between the wet folds, then entered a finger into her pulsing vagina. With her thumb on her clit, rubbing it, she swiftly moved her finger inside her wet vagina, not from the water, but from her cream now running freely. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she came. Realizing where she was suddenly, she yanked her hand away and opened her eyes. To her relief, she was alone. The nurse had left. She lowered herself into the water and dunked her head a few times, then swam a few
“Good morning, sunshine. Breakfast is here,” a cheery voice said, waking Megan from a wonderful dream about Mark. She resented the intrusion. Strangely enough, she felt hungry. The steaming scrambled eggs and biscuits looked eatable and the coffee didn’t smell half bad.
“My name’s Julie, and I’m your day nurse.”
“Hi, Julie. I need to use the—“
“Oh, of course. Here, let me help you.”
With Julie’s help, Megan slowly walked to the bathroom. She was pleased to see a bath and a separate shower cubicle. “I’ll be so glad when I can shower normally again,” she told the nurse, avoiding the big mirror above the sink and after closing the door, closing her eyes to the mirror on the back of it while she sat on the toilet.
“I bet. It won’t be long. I promise.”
After she finished her breakfast, Julie helped her into a floral hospital gown.
“Wait here while I fetch a wheelchair.” She returned fast wheeling a wheelchair into the room. “Your taxi, Madame,” she joked.
Megan sat in the chair and Julie wheeled her out of the room. Megan took a deep breath—it was her first trip into the outside world since the accident. They passed quite a few other rooms. All the doors were closed, so Megan didn’t know if there were patients in them. At the end of a very long hallway was a set of double doors. Julie punched in a code on the panel next to them and they opened slowly.
They entered another hallway, but different from before. This one had a few turns before they arrived at yet another set of double doors. Again, Julie punched in a code. When the doors opened and Julie wheeled her inside, Megan gasped. It was a huge room. Ferns, flowers, tropical plants and trees unlike any she’d ever seen before or even seen pictures of surrounded a steaming pool. Fountains spouted from graceful statues.
“I’ll help you into the pool,” Julie said.
“What about all the bandages?”
“They’ll soak off. Don’t worry about them. Just relax in the water.”
Megan threw a sidelong glance at her bandaged left shoulder, only a shoulder with no arm attached to it. She swallowed hard to get rid of the lump in her throat. Carefully, she stood and with Julie holding her right arm and assisting her, waded into the pool.
The water felt heavenly, soothing, and she lowered her body into it completely. Strange sensations flitted across her arms, her body, her legs, almost as if a million little spiders were at work eating at her scars. Shivering, she wiped her legs carefully, her belly, saw the bandages float away in the water. There was no pain, no discomfort at all, so she closed her eyes and just enjoyed the peace and calmness of the moment, and the weird comfort the water afforded the scarred and oozing tissues. It was almost as if the water was a healing balm instead of ordinary water.
Soft music started, almost acting like a lullaby. Half dozing, she dreamed about Mark, his hotter than hell body, his handsome face. For the first time in ages, she felt completely at peace, felt a longing enter her body, a heat between her legs. She imagined his hands on her body, spreading her legs. Oblivious of anything else, her hand crept to her pussy, its baldness escaping her for the moment. She rubbed her clit, slid her fingers between the wet folds, then entered a finger into her pulsing vagina. With her thumb on her clit, rubbing it, she swiftly moved her finger inside her wet vagina, not from the water, but from her cream now running freely. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she came. Realizing where she was suddenly, she yanked her hand away and opened her eyes. To her relief, she was alone. The nurse had left. She lowered herself into the water and dunked her head a few times, then swam a few
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