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A Hospital Stay [part 3]
🕑 Added 2024-12-20 13:26:01 +0000 UTCI desperately wished there was something to do besides lie here.
Ordinarily, when I was feeling down on myself, I went and did something. Hit the gym. Knocked out a project or two. Got a drink with a friend.
Right now, all I could do was lie in bed and wait for the next thing to happen. It was driving me up the wall...mostly because it meant I was alone with my own thoughts.
And right now, my internal monologue was one specific, ongoing refrain: What the fuck, man? Since when do you have trouble satisfying the ladies?
I couldn't stop thinking about Natalie. I felt like it was probably her fault. How easily she'd gotten me off, how at-odds that had been with our relationship back in college, had shattered my confidence. Kate had been just similar enough to college-Natalie, and following on the heels of Natalie's visit, it had...
Had what? Made me blow my load unusually quickly? Did that even make sense?
I sighed to myself. I must've been loud enough that Denise heard me from the hallway, because the nurse poked her head in a moment later. "You okay, big guy?"
I nodded, glumly. "Just going a little stir-crazy."
She smiled sympathetically. "Well, don't worry. The doctor should be by to evaluate your progress any minute now. Maybe you'll be deemed wheelchair-ready. Then you'll be able to get out of this room and into one of our lovely hallways. They feature exciting amenities, like defibrillators, other patients being wheeled about, and overworked nurses and doctors who will be annoyed by your presence. Also, they're completely windowless, and the fluorescent lights flicker, just slightly, every so often, in an interval that absolutely maximizes how irritating it is. Ten minutes in one of our fine hallways will give you an entirely different perspective on your room."
I chuckled. "Hah. Don't oversell it."
Denise bustled about the room checking on things. "How're you feeling otherwise?"
I shrugged. "I dunno. A little better maybe?"
She nodded, and opened her mouth to ask another question, when someone knocked on the open door and then walked in. Two people, actually.
The first person through the door was an older woman in a white doctor's coat and scrubs. A bun of dark, greying hair and spectacles gave her a somewhat severe look. She was followed by a younger, pretty woman, whose longer red hair was up in a ponytail. She was wearing scrubs.
"Hello, I'm Dr. Carlson. This is Mia, a med student on rotation with us." The older woman peered at me dubiously, taking in the bandages.
"Uh, hi Doctor. Hi Mia. I'm James."
"I'll leave you all to it. James, I'll be back with some food after they're gone. Get excited -- it's pudding day!" Denise bustled out.
The doctor was reviewing my chart, all business. Mia was alternating between looking over the doctor's shoulder and looking at the bandages around my torso peeking out of the hospital gown, clearly somewhat taken aback.
I gave her a smile. I suspected this particular med student hadn't seen that many other multiple stab victims. Mia met my eyes and then looked away, a little embarrassed.
The doctor spoke again after a moment. "Hmm, yes, well. You're a lucky man, James."
"So I've heard, yeah."
Dr. Carlson -- and, a step behind her, Mia -- approached the bedside and pulled up stools. I took off the hospital gown, sliding it down to my waist to Mia and I both watched as the doctor examined the stab wounds in my torso with very little fanfare. None of Natalie's teasing, lingering touches here; Dr. Carlson was all business.
Mia, on the other hand, certainly appeared to be observing more than the state of my wounds. As I peeled off the gown, I watched her out of the corner of my eye as her gaze roved over my shoulders and arms. The doctor started her inspection, pointing out where stitches were pulling and might need to be redone, where bandages might be an issue...but Mia's eyes were flicking between the bandages and the tattooed muscles above them.
It bolstered my confidence. There were more fish in the sea than Natalie, I reminded myself.
...And Kate, I was forced to amend, glumly.
"Well, your wounds are in pretty good shape, James. It's remarkable that knife wounds this deep all missed your internal organs. My main concern -- aside from the risk of infection, making sure everything heals well, minimizing scarring, and regaining your strength and mobility as your body repairs the muscle -- is nerve damage. Certainly would've been easy to nick something along the spine or some other pathway, sever a connection, that sort of thing. Any loss of sensation? Or increased sensation? Tingling, numbness, that sort of thing?" My eyes, and Mia's, both snapped to the doctor as she asked the question.
"I, uh...fine, I think?" It came out as an astonished, uncertain question instead of a statement. Could my lack of stamina be the result of my injuries? That was occurring to me for the first time.
"Mmm. You think?" The doctor zeroed in on the uncertainty in my voice.
I tried to think about some way to ask the doctor about it. Well, I got a handjob yesterday and came embarrassingly quickly, doctor?
"I, uh...there's not...tingling, exactly...but there's some heightened sensitivity in my...low abdomen...groin area." I said the words, lamely.
Mia looked away and bit her lip when I said the word groin.
But the doctor just sighed. "Right, okay, that could be from a dozen different things, including just being in bed in one position for too long. But let's try to rule out obvious nerve damage, at least. Let's run some tests on your lower extremities. Pull your gown up to around thigh level, please."
I did so, and then endured a battery of reflex and sensation tests over the next few minutes. The doctor stroked the bottom of my foot, asked if I could feel a light touch on the back of my calf, that sort of thing.
She was in the middle of applying some pressure to my kneecap and asking me if it felt uncomfortable, when Denise poked her head back in. "Uh, excuse me, Dr. Carlson? We could use your help with Mrs. Christie in 308. She's, um, refusing to let anyone near her, says that the last shot you gave her put spiders in her skin..."
"Again? Good LORD. That woman. I will put spiders in her skin if she keeps up this kind of foolishness." Dr. Carlson's mouth tightened, and she let out a long sigh. "Mia, this'll be good practice for you anyway. Please do a standard patellar test and the rest of the battery of standard reflex and sensate tests. Write it up, then come find me. This might take a few minutes. Mrs. Christie can be a little difficult."
Dr. Carlson glanced back at me. "Thanks, James, and I'm sorry to cut this short, but I leave you in Mia's capable hands. You look like you're recovering nicely; let your nurse or someone else on the care team know if the heightened...how did you put it?...sensitivity continues. Otherwise I'll check back in on you in a few days, make sure everything is healing properly."
Dr. Carlson stood up and followed Denise out.
I looked at Mia. She looked back at me, uncertainly. There was a silent beat where we stared at each other. Her eyes were pretty -- a deep blue that was an arresting contrast to her red hair.
Then, shyly, she opened her mouth and said, "So, um, for the patellar reflex test you need to be in a sitting position so your knee is bent. Can you sit up, or do I need to adjust the hospital bed for you?"
I realized it was the first thing I had heard her say this entire time. Her voice was quiet, a little mousy.
"I, uh...I can try..." I struggled, trying to get myself up into a sitting position, but it was no use. The ol' abdominals were still not working the way they ought to be.
"W-whoa, stop," she said, still sounding concerned. "You'll pop a stitch or something. I don't need that on Dr. Carlson's write up of me this week."
"Uh, sorry. Maybe you should just adjust the bed." I sat back, a little shamefaced.
She reached over to the hospital bed controls, and tweaked a few things. She dropped the bottom third of the bed towards the ground, and the top third started to lift up, creating a seat in the middle. It couldn't quite turn itself into a chair, but it was pretty close.
"Okay, good." She slid her stool around to the edge of the bed, sitting almost between my legs.
I watched her as she tucked a stray strand of red hair behind an ear, made a few notes, pulled out some instruments. She was really pretty -- her face was delicate, feminine, and her big blue eyes were gorgeous. As I stared, she grabbed a little mallet, tapping each of my knees in turn. My reflexes seemed to be fine, my leg straightening involuntarily.
She nodded, and made a note. "Uh, okay, good. Now, can you feel this?" She ran fingers lightly up my thigh, looking up at me, the question in her eyes.
Well, some of my reflexes were working just great. I had the appropriate reaction to an attractive young woman looking up at me from between my legs. As she ran her fingers up the inside of my thigh. I felt the blood surge to my cock.
"I, uh, yeah," I stammered, uncertainly.
"Good. You know, I overheard a few of the nurses talking..." Mia said, shyly.
Oh, shit. Did she mean Natalie? "Y-yeah?"
"Yeah...Denise was saying you're a bouncer? Did just one guy do this?"
I felt relieved; unlike Natalie, Denise seemed like she'd give me a solid review. "Nah, a couple of them. They surprised me after I threw one of their buddies out. It was stupid of me."
She nodded, still shy. "Think you'd have taken them if they didn't have knives?"
I shrugged. "Probably. Most idiots who start fights in bars have no training and too much alcohol to really pose a threat. Your real risk is that you get jumped, or that they have weapons. Or both." I gestured at my abdomen.
She nodded, furrowing her brow sympathetically, and then ran her hand up my other thigh. "Feel that? Any weird sensation?"
Maybe it was me, but her touch felt slower, more deliberate this time. I felt my cock get harder. "Feels, uh, normal."
She nodded. "Good. I think that's all the reflex tests. You mentioned some heightened sensitivity in the groin area...is it...further...up?" she trailed off, her pale features flushing attractively.
I hesitated, and then nodded.
"Uhm, ok..." she took a deep breath and tucked another stray strand of hair behind an ear, looking determined. "The doctor didn't inspect your, uh, last wound either did she?" She looked pointedly at where my thigh and leg met, where the last knife wound was.
"She didn't..." I trailed off, and then, seeing that Mia looked uncomfortable, I added, hastily, "But you, uh, don't have to if-"
She cut me off. "Yes, I do. I've got an obligation to provide care. She was pulled away and if she realizes she didn't look at it and I didn't follow up either, it'll be my fault if something is actually wrong. "
She looked a little offended. So I nodded, took a deep breath, willing my erection to go down. Or at least, not to get harder.
She scooted the stool closer, and with her hands, gathered the fabric of my hospital gown up my thighs.
"Since this wound is on the crease of your hip, can you, uh...hold this over your...privates, and y'know, move them to one side," she said, obviously a little nervous. "Just...kind of keep everything covered and out of the way while I check the bandages. It'll only take a moment."
"Sure..." I gathered the hospital gown up and pulled it away from the bandage site at the crease of my hip and thigh. I kind of...inexpertly bundled the fabric of my gown and pulled my cock and balls over to the other side. It was awkward to begin with, and I was erect enough that it was uncomfortable, but it was doable. And with all the fabric bundled up like this, I didn't think she could clearly see the outline of my cock.
"Great..." she bit her lip in concentration now, leaning forward to look closely at the bandage. She was close enough that I could feel her breath, warm, on my thigh. I felt myself get harder, looking down at her. Shit. I looked away.
She brought her hand to my thigh. Her touch was much less assured and businesslike than the doctor's; it was tentative, more delicate, gentler. "It, um, looks well-dressed. The wound care people know what they're doing here."
She meant Natalie. Who certainly knew what she was doing, I thought ruefully.
Mia slowly started to unwind the bandage.
"Ah--" I jerked back in sudden pain as I felt the bandage tug on one of the stitches pulling at the skin of the wound sharply.
Mia stopped what she was doing immediately, and started to apologize. ""S-sorr--"
...But was cut off mid-word.
As I had jerked back, I had inadvertently pulled away the hospital gown. I didn't just expose my hard cock, it sprang back around to center. The side of the head slapped her right on the face. Not hard, but enough to make an audible, skin-on-skin sound.
My jolt of pain was similarly abruptly replaced with horror, as we both realized what had happened.
She pulled back slightly, looking at my hard cock, openmouthed. She brought a hand up to where it had tapped her on the cheek. Her face was flushed.
"Fuck, uh, I'm so sorry, that..." I trailed off, helplessly, mortified.
There was a heartbeat of silence.
"Y-y'know, the nurses all gossip with each other about patients. Denise wasn't the only one talking," she whispered.
My stomach sank. I didn't know what to say.
"Natalie said she knew you, that you had a nice big dick," Mia said, shyly. "But I wasn't sure...she's always talking about her, y’know, escapades, so..." She was still staring at my cock.
My cock twitched as the words big dick came out of her mouth. "Y-yeah?" I felt a little more confident, at that. Maybe Natalie had done me a solid, hadn't talked about...
"Yeah...I guess she was telling the truth, huh? She also said that you...um...didn't last very long for her. Is that true?" Mia looked up at me, blue eyes making eye contact with mine.
So much for the idea that Natalie had kept that to herself. "I, uh...not usually...it depends on the situation, I mean..." I tried for a nonchalant, unbothered tone, but I trailed off falteringly at the end. I reddened.
"Mm..." she made a curious sound, looking back at my cock. "That's not really how she made it sound..."
"W-well, she was pretty pissed when we broke up back in college," I said, defensively.
"Hmmm...she didn't mention you two had been together, just that she gave you a handjob," Mia said, sounding a little intrigued. "But...did you? Cum fast for her, I mean."
She hadn't moved from between my legs, I couldn't help but notice.
I didn't answer. Didn't want to. Which I'm sure was answer enough.
"You know, maybe its the sensitivity you were talking about," Mia said, after a moment. "It's not a common side effect, but nerve damage can do all kinds of..."
She trailed off.
As she was talking, I could feel her warm breath on my cock. Involuntarily, my cock twitched. I could see the precum beading on the blunt tip. Inches away from it, there was no way she could miss it either.
There was a long moment of silence as she stared at it, lips parted.
"You know, Natalie said you came so fast from a handjob that she thought you'd cum like, instantly, from a blowjob," Mia whispered.
I reddened, feeling a combination of anger and shame. What the fuck, had she just been talking shit in the break room? "S...she's just saying that because she never used to be able to make me cum with her mouth when we were dating," I said, angrily.
"I mean, she does brag...a lot..." I could hear the irritation in Mia's voice as she talked about Natalie. Clearly not a fan. "But your cock does look really...excited. Is this the sensitivity you were talking about?"
This pretty young med student, staring at my hard cock, talking about it, was certainly turning me on. She looked entranced by the sight of me. As I watched her, one hand drifted up to her cheek, touching where my cock had slapped against the side of her face.
So, yes, I was feeling really turned on. But not I'll-cum-in-ten-seconds turned on. "I-I mean, yeah, that's the sensitivity I was talking about. But I wouldn't cum instantly," I said, tightly.
Mia ran both hands up the inside of my thighs towards my cock. She had nothing that even remotely approached a clinical manner, now; she was staring straight at my thick erection.
One of her hands grazed my balls, and I let out a moan. My cock didn't just twitch again, it practically jumped, lurching in front of her.
"Oops," she whispered. "I see what you mean. It does seem like there's some sensitivity there. Sorry."
Her eyes didn't leave my cock. And she did not sound sorry.
"Th-that's ok," I managed.
"I had better check that area more thoroughly," she said, softly. I wasn't about to argue.
Agonizingly slowly, she brought her hands up, one cupping my balls, the other wrapping around the base of my shaft. Her touch was tentative, and her hands were warm.
I moaned at the feel of her hands on me. She was staring at her hand around my cock. Her fingers just barely met around my shaft. She looked up, those blue eyes aroused. In a low, intense voice, she whispered, "Fuck, your dick is big. Natalie wasn't kidding."
Glowering, I said, "S-she's just trying to get revenge for me dumping her."
We both paused for a moment at the mention of Natalie. Mia nodded, slowly, as if she was considering that, lips pursed. "She's pretty annoying," she said, finally.
As she spoke, I felt that bead of precum that had been forming at my tip slide down my cock, touching her hand that was wrapped around me.
She let out a soft oh, and looked at it.
All pretense of a medical exam was gone, now.
Her eyes flicked back down to my cock and then back up to me. "I can think of a way to shut her up the next time she's telling a story in the break room," Mia murmured. She licked her lips.
I stared at her mouth. I could tell what was about to happen. I wasn't sure if it was a good idea. I felt a stab of performance anxiety, based on how things had been going. But Mia seemed...well, inexperienced. It was going to be a lot more like Natalie when we'd dated during college. But then, Kate had also been more like Natalie when we'd dated during college and she had still...
But that was all I had time to think. Big blue eyes meeting mine, Mia lowered her mouth over my cock. I was big enough that she struggled to get around my girth. She let out a whimpered mmpfh.
After that, thinking about whether it was a good idea became difficult. Mia was gorgeous, looking up at me.
I groaned as she started to bob up and down on my length. She couldn't get all of me in her mouth. But the base of my shaft that wasn't in her mouth, she was working with her hand, pumping it up and down in unison with her mouth. It felt incredible. And the look of determination in Mia's eyes made it even hotter.
In the back of my mind, I was still thinking about Natalie, telling a bunch of other nurses that I'd cum instantly if she went down on me. I tried to put it in my mind, but there was a nagging doubt there that I couldn't seem to shake, thinking about how confident Natalie had been giving me that handjob, how she'd known just when I'd cum, how embarrassing it was that she had been right...
I realized, with a sense of shame, that I was getting close to cumming.
The unexpected sexual tension culminating in this blowjob, Mia's ministrations, the slight struggling sounds she was making as she worked my cock with her mouth and hands, the thought of Natalie's face, smirking as she explained to Denise and the other nurses how quickly she'd made my big dick cum from a handjob...
It was all too much. I was very close.
"Mia, hey, uh, w-wait a sec," I stammered.
Mia just made a pleased mmmm sound, eyes locked on mine. If anything, she started working me faster, desperately. Every movement of her head and hand brought me closer to cumming.
She wasn't going to stop, of course. She wanted something to lord over Natalie, to one-up her on. What better way than being able to say I had blown my load instantly for her?
And in any other scenario I'd have welcomed a hot young med student trying to make me cum as fast as she could.
But I didn't really want her one-upping Natalie by confirming her stories. I tried to resist, to hold off longer. "S-slow down, you're gonna..."
But I was cresting over the edge even as the pleading words came out of my mouth. The mix of knowing this was turning out just like Natalie had expected, and Mia's eyes looking up at me, desperate to get me off, was just too much to take.
Helpless to prevent it, I grunted, and my cock throbbed, jerking as I started spraying cum into her mouth.
Mia pulled away almost immediately, coughing in surprise, but continued jerking me off through the orgasm. With her other hand, she grabbed the hospital gown, using it stop me from making a further mess.
It was an intense orgasm. As it subsided and she let go of my cock, I lay back, panting, and closed my eyes. "F-fuck..." I practically moaned the word with embarrassment.
"I wouldn't say you came instantly," Mia said softly, amused. I heard her rustling around, felt her pull the hospital gown away, hand me a fresh one.
"Yeah...uh...I guess..." I knew -- and I was sure she knew -- that it had been exceptionally fast. God. It was humiliating. "Can you, like...just not...talk about this? With the nurses, I mean." The words came out sheepishly.
"Look, maybe I can, uh, exaggerate a bit on your behalf." Mia's voice was sympathetic. "But Natalie's a bitch. And now I’ve finally got a story that'll shut her up."
Fuck. The idea of Mia telling Natalie and the other nurses about how quickly she'd gotten me off with a blowjob was killing me, but what was I going to do about it?
I watched as she reset her ponytail, gathering hair that had come loose and re-tying it, quickly checking herself in her phone’s front-facing camera to make sure she wasn't obviously disheveled.
"But I've gotta get back to Dr. Carlson. Look, I'll mark you down as having some odd sensitivities and tingling. To be honest, I don't think your wounds have anything to do with, you know...your...speed, but you did seem... on edge... and maybe they'll run some tests that'll uncover something." She shrugged, giving me a kind smile.
"Uh, thanks. Do you think--"
She cut me off. "Gotta go, really, or Dr. Carlson will start to wonder what I’m up to. Anyway, James, I hope you get better...quickly." Her lips quirked up in a smile.
I blushed as she rushed out of the room.
Comments
movo90
like always, a great sory
roxas_duh
This was great! This series has been non-stop bangers so far!
