1. I Remember


    Date: 6/5/2016, Categories: Love Stories, Author: ChuckEPoo, Rating: 16, Source: LushStories

    senses. “Your doctor will be right in. Here's some orange juice," she added, holding up a juice box with a bent straw for me to sip. “What happened? What am I recovering from?” “Just relax, and your doctor will explain everything. Try to cough, and clear your lungs.” I had seemed to have lost all sense of time. My memory was but a kaleidoscope of bits and pieces. There was a curtain around my bed, and I was freezing. For the first time since the crash, I was lucid enough to take assessment of my situation. My right arm and both legs were in fiberglass casts. My head was wrapped also. There were IVs coming out of my left arm, and some kind of trapeze rack was supporting my casts. Suddenly, the curtain opened and an older balding man dressed in green scrubs carrying a clipboard, entered my enclosure with two nurses. One nurse that looked Asian, was taking my vitals, while the other was injecting something in my IV. The man looked over my chart and said, “Lieutenant, I'm Dr. Aversion, your neurosurgeon. We just repaired your spine, and placed a rod in your back to assist the healing. Do you have any questions?” “Yes, sir. I have nothing but questions. To start with: How's my crewman, Pete?” “He's alive, but pretty messed up. He's in guarded condition. However, I'm only authorized to discuss your case.” He went on to answer my questions in greater detail and medical jargon than I could barely comprehend. I think they do that to give the patient a security that they are smarter ...
    than us. From what I understood, my legs suffered compound fractures, along with my right arm and back. He also said that I was lucky to be alive, which I kind of figured out on my own. He emphasized that it was going to be a long road to recovery, and then went on to say that it was doubtful I would ever return to flight status. That hurt the worst. I lived for flying. -oOo- After two months in this place, the only bright spot in all this was Lieutenant Linda Halley, my nurse. We spent many weeks flirting with each other. She was definitely every guy's fantasy nurse in the flesh. Linda had a smile that brightened up the room. The day I had my casts taken off, she had the job of wiping the stink off my skin, but didn't flinch at the job. She laughed and joked while she scrubbed the maturated skin from my arms and legs. We would laugh and chatter all day, and I remember she was reprimanded for spending too much time in my room. I think she knew how much I liked her, because every time she gave me a sponge bath little Billy would be at attention. She would just cover my erection with a hand towel, and never even break her banter. Our conversations have become more personal the past few weeks, and we've been talking about a full range of subjects, including family and philosophy. I discovered she was from California, like me. Linda went to junior college in a nursing program, and enlisted in the army after graduation. She mentioned that she was unattached, since her fiance had ...
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