“I’ll be right there.”
I click on the light and start to shift on the mattress. I have a fucking cast swallowing one leg and a bandage around the other. I’m a damn mess, and I fucking hate it.
“Where are you trying to go, moto?” Kayla grabs one of my arms before I fall right on my face.
“To take a piss before I have an accident. I didn’t know how long you were going to take.”
“Apparently not very long since I’m here.” She helps me to stand and hands me my crutches.
“The other nurses take forever.”
“I’m not the other nurses.” We walk slowly across the room.
“I’ve noticed.” I slip through the bathroom door.
“Do you need me come in with you?”
“No, I’m good.” I position myself in front the john.
“I’ll be right here if you need me.” She closes the door, leaving it open just a crack.
I juggle the hospital gown and crutches, trying to find a steady position. Once I’m wrapped like a friggin’ mummy and balancing on one crutch, I relieve myself.
Ugh, I groan. The only thing that would be better right now is a shower and a blowjob.
Once I’m done, I shake my dick and attempt to put myself back together, but the crappy robe gets tangled with the crutch, and I end up smashing into the wall. “Goddammit!” The impact rattles all the way to my ankles, and I nearly fall over from the pain.
“Reese?” Kayla rushes in just in time to keep me on my feet.
“You okay?” She steadies me.
“No, I’m not fucking okay!” I explode, slamming my fist into the tile. “I can’t even take a leak without help!”
“You’re hurt. It’s normal.”
“I hate it! I hate all this shit!” I try to push away from her, but she surprises me and holds on steadfastly.
“It won’t be like this forever. Every day you heal a little more and get stronger.”
Stronger, right.
“I feel useless.” I look down into her compassionate brown eyes. They’re so sincere. I’m not used to people looking at me like that. Like they can actually see the person behind the star.
“What would make you feel better? What would help right this second?” she asks.
My lip twitches. “A shower?” I go with the safe answer because I’m sure blowjob would get me knocked out.
“Well, that’s sort of out of the question with the cast. But I think we can improvise.”
“Improvise?” She has my full attention.
“Mmm hmm. Let’s get you back to bed, and then I’ll take care of you.”
I raise my eyebrows, my tongue wagging to say something completely inappropriate. But I don’t want to ruin whatever she has planned.
Once back on my medieval death board, I watch Kayla move around the room gathering multiple items: towels, a sponge, and a pink bucket. My excitement mounts.
“How do you like your water?” Kayla pokes her head out of the bathroom, some dark hair falling over her eye.
