Recovery Begins

"Hello Sweetie, so happy you stayed!"  Thank you, my dear, that oh so soothing sweet Angelic voice, I frantically try to open my eyes, I want to see who has this captivating voice with such warmth. This Angel of mine or so it feels, it isn't working, my eyes aren't opening and I don't think I felt me move at all.

It is strange, I feel so restless yet not like my body is moving, yet it does feel a little shaky or vibrating?  That strange buzzing/ringing is there but not as loud as before, I hear the beeping of the machines.

"All right your chart says your name is Jonathan Moose, so Mr Moose Welcome to the ICU"  Is it so wrong to want to have her keep talking, I want to see what she looks like, that must be as shallow as me wanting to know I won, is this the weird thoughts and experience others had with a near death event?

"This is good news, your chart is showing that over two shifts, 12 hours after surgery you are maintaining stable" Is it wrong of me to find this angelic voice sexy? like a part of me has been awakened that was sleeping? I feel strange and sinful, she's a nurse doing her job.

"Your swelling has come down, a day or two and your face shouldn't be swollen anymore, you are handsome even with your injuries, must be a real heart beaker" me? Heart breaker?  I am aware that physically I am pleasing to the eyes, I have been hit on and female fans don't hold back that they think I'm hot, I had offers of sex but I never really wanted it that badly and if I did have a overwhelming urge I switched hit.

"Looks like your strong with a fighting spirit Mr Moose, your going to need it, crash like that, surgery like that, to many close calls, hope you don't have much memory lose with that flat line of your, felt to long" What? How long did that all take place? too long? What all is wrong with me? will I race again? I feel like I have more races I need to win.

I live in constant acceleration, I am struggling right now not feeling like I can move, a full stop, for how long, can't even open my eyes, can't see this angel of a nurse who seems to awaken the lust with in me.

"Mentions your Dad as next of Kin, did you know your boss brought your dad here in his helicopter? Had all the nurses and doctors talking, beat the ambulance to the hospital, and that crash, that finish everyone is talking about you Mr Moose, I went to update them on your condition in surgery and they said we need to tell you that you won, guess they were right, you needed to hear it I guess"

They do know me really well, maybe too well. So I did really win, it wasn't a dream with in a nightmare, or wishful thinking. Come to think of it I guess that really makes it a win for the history books. 

"I like to talk to my patients don't know if the other nurses talked to you during their shifts but I feel like it helps create a bond that can help encourage healing, or annoys you to the point you leave the coma and tell me to shut up, hasn't happened but you never know right"

Sweetie talk to me all you want, straight and single, want to date when I awake? Have wheelchair races in the halls for dates? 

"I'm Darlene, means dear one, my mom gave me the name hoping that I would be a Darling, kinda funny, I mean it worked out, here I am sharing my healing energy with you and other's in ICU and other's who need me in the OR. I may be the only one that talks to patients like you, I think you hear it some feel that people don't hear in this state, I feel it's good for the soul."

I like that share the healing energy, with that angelic voice she is soothing to listen to, creates almost a meditative state, I m hardly noticing pain right now but then again who knows what all they have me on.

"I am about to touch you so apologizes if it creates a lot of pain, but I do need to clean and redress the wounds and keep you clean, no infections on my watch, so you may feel me round groin, it seems deep so may sting, but needs to be done, for the most part I hope it feels refreshing for you, I like to add massage to sponge baths, again touch transfers energy".

This could be the coma talking but I think I love this woman, she gives me compliments and believes touch is healing, and that voice, I can't get over how angelic and soothing it is, I am laughing a little to hear her say groin are angels allowed to say that, her honesty  is refreshing, her touch is gentle and full of warmth, in some places it does feel like I'm flinching but I am guessing my body didn't really move, that would have been a big jerk and perhaps some strange beeps of these machines, so trapped in my own consciousness for a while, completely unresponsive to the rest of the world around me, wonder how long that well be.

Those soft gentle hands started from the top and worked there way down, in some places the pain felt worse then others, to me I felt like I flinched a lot but again not sure my body moved at all. Then she reached my groin area and maybe it's from me being single and used to my own hands but this was particularly enjoyable, she so softly treated the deep cut, not sure what that came from, she didn't lie it did sting, she had carefully moved my testicles over to do it and I felt myself on fire, not the bad burning the lustful kind of flames.

My curiosity of what my injuries are or what was done in surgery disappearing as she cleans my testicles gently and as if she knew I was turned on and enjoying every moment of it, I wonder if I really have a erection or if that feels like it with no movement as well, feeling so guilty for being this turned on by a nurse doing her job, who I only know by voice, do I feel hard in her hand?

Oh baby that feels so good, to long I ignored that desire. instead of one night stands I masturbated to relieve that sexual urge with out distraction from career, with out risking my faith of waiting to be married, to be that good christian like my dad, feeling like one day some one would enter my life and I would just know it was who I would be with, why is this urge so strong now?

This journey, this goal, this need to get to the top, left and right worked just fine, but if I wasn't already lying down in this bed, she would bring me to me knees, this Darling Darlene, her touch, this sponge bath, caressed long over due, damn hope she's single, I think it's time to find love.

"Oh my sir, I must say you are my best looking patient yet, you really have taken very good care of yourself, you feel so toned, are all racers as athletic as you, your fit and fine".

Damn Darlene, please be single if I could speak right now I would ask you to marry me, keep talking sweetie, tell me more sweet nothings, stoke my ego as you hopefully feel how hard I am, I want to heal as fast as I can, see you as soon as possible, get released not be your patient, take you on a date, I mean I am naked and you are seeing me at my worsted, what? wait!

I shouldn't be thinking this, or feeling this, this can't be normal, she could be married, head spinning, ears ringing, questions taking over again and this lust, where did it come from, what if Dad is in the room? Feeling hot and sweaty, Will I race again? What exactly are all my injuries? I mean I flt lined why?

Then from questions it was like I entered a dream, that I came too, saw my angel at lest a sexual fantasy version, still having my sponge bath but with a twist, opened my eyes, took a deep breath, there before me a playboy bunny beautiful super model s my Darling Darlene in a sexy nurse outfit, no underwear and seemed  little wet as she washed my very hard penis up and down motion, I awoke with movement grabbing her and bringing her close, to kiss her, nibble her ear, as she keeps rocking my world, she returns the kisses, nibbles my ears, feels my pecks as I rub her nipples in between my thumb and pointer finger, she surprises me and wraps her mouth around my shiftier and revving me up, I picture myself able to feel her, before she slips on top and rides me here on the hospital bed, breathing hot and heavy cumming together, the machines going crazing....

Wait I am having a hard time breathing, feeling very hot and not just embarrassed by my fantasy, that noise the beeping, it's not sex am I coding? How? Flat line? from a sex dream? from cumming? talk about die happy but really? Is this really how I will die? a sex dream from a sponge bath?

"He's coded, get me the crash cart stat" that didn't sound like Darlene, not sure who's voice that is, dying of embarrassment of a wet dream, "Not on my watch Mr Moose, clear" that stings the jolt "bring that scanner in here, get me blood work let's find the cause and fast" I hear Darlene "yes doctor, right away" there it is gin a flat line and jolt, then thoughts seem to stop for a while like a black out.