Swamped FoxChapter 2
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Mimi’s turn:
Waiting rooms. I hate ‘em. As a nurse, I’ve seen too many tragedies played out with families in one of those rooms awaiting the outcome of a procedure on a family member.
Now here I am. Worse, I’m not even sure of what MY status is. Three days ago that guy in surgery rescued me. Today I rescued him right back. Our actual connection is kind of sketchy. Rescued me. Gave me a place to stay for some indeterminate time until I get my stuff together.
We haven’t had really long discussions about who I’m supposed to call. This infection thing ran right up over him. I don’t know who’s supposed to be here besides me, and I’m really just barely connected.
Finally the door swings open. The guy wearing the scrubs, the mask dangling below his chin, has ‘doctor’ written all over him. “Fontenot family?” he asks.
“That’s me,” I said.
“Francis is in recovery. We did a few incisions to relieve pressure from his infection, so his blood supply can get to his foot. They’re culturing to identify the infection. He’s going to be going to a room soon. Isolation, at least until we get a handle on what sort of bug he’s got.”
“Isolation? What’s the protocol for visitors?” I knew some of this. Wanted to see where this hospital would fall out.
“He can have limited visitors. Hand sanitizer. No contact. I think that’s what they do.”
“Okay. Thank you, Doctor.”
“You’re welcome. Good luck.”
He pulled the door closed behind himself, leaving me ALONE.
Soon I was in the recovery room with this guy, and I’m not really sure what I’m supposed to do. I sigh. ‘Okay, Mimi, ‘ I tell myself, ‘you’re a nurse. You’ve got ONE patient right now. You can do this.’
Apparently ‘doing this’ included a gentle caress, tracing my fingers along the curve of his brow, then down his cheek.
“I’ll bet you’re one fantastic nurse,” he said with a croak.
“Don’t try to talk. Your throat’s gonna be raw from the anesthesia protocols. And yes, If you’d listened yesterday, well ... I won’t say I told you so.” I squeezed his fingers. “Rest. We can argue later.”
A bit after that, I watched another nurse check him out. “We’re taking him to a room in isolation. You can follow, but we have rules...”
“I’ve worked isolation cases before,” I said.
Her eyes clicked to mine. “Nurse?”
“RN,” I said. “Agency nurse.”
“From here? I don’t recognize you.”
“No, I’m displaced by the flood. This guy rescued me. Caught that infection doing it.”
“Then you know what MRSA is. We’re pretty sure that’s his issue.”
“I can handle that.”
I followed the orderlies as they rolled him through the hospital to the surgical ward, then into his room. I stopped at the nurse’s station.
“You’ve got my friend Francis Fontenot. He goes by ‘Buddy’.”
“We just got the packet on him,” the clerk said. “That’s our isolation room he’s going in.”
“I’m a nurse myself. I’ll be here with him.”
“You can talk with his nurse when she finishes her admit protocol,” the clerk said. “She’ll have to brief you on our rules for the isolation room.”
“I’ll wait for her,” I said.
“He’ll be fine,” the clerk smiled. “We’re pretty good here. Want a cup of coffee?”
“Is it any good?”
“No,” she said, “but that never stopped anybody before.”
I took the offered cup. It was right there in the middle of the range of coffee I’ve drunk at dozens of units in the past few years. I made a mental note to bring some snacks up here when I got out and came back. Being nice to staff – well, I like it when somebody makes an effort, so I imagine they will, as well.
Finally, the nurse showed up. Middle-aged black woman, looking a bit tired. “You’re here with Mister Fontenot?” she asked.
“Yes, ma’am,” I said.
“You know he’s still groggy.”
“Post-surg,” I said. “What’s the deal? Meds?”
“Infectious isolation protocol,” she said. “You can visit, but you wash your hands with that sanitizer every time you come and go, and if you touch him. Nothing carried in ... Well, cellphone, okay? But he doesn’t touch it. And he’s gonna stay on the IV. We’re piggybacking some antibiotics. Surgeon will be in later to look at the drains in his leg, and I suppose that this Doctor M...”
“Mayanama?”
“Yeah. Infectious disease guy. He’ll be in to talk with y’all.”
“Pain meds?”
“Hon, you got that ‘nurse’ look to you...”
“RN,” I said.
She smiled. “I can tell. Yeah, we got Demerol on the list for pain.”
“Can I go see ‘im?”
“Wash your hands first, go see ‘im, then sanitize when you come back out.”
“I’m familiar,” I said.
“Sure, hon.”
I left the nurse’s station, walked up the hall, gently opened the door. I never stop marveling about how small and frail a human can look when he’s framed by a hospital bed. This guy, healthy, robust, vigorous when I first saw him – now, in that bed, he LOOKS helpless. I see that they have the covers tented up over his legs, so I know he’s helpless.
I ease up by his side. “I’m here, Buddy,” I said.
His eyelids flutter, then open. “I’m glad you’re here. Don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“Let’s not think about that, Buddy. I’m here. You’re gonna be okay.”
He tried a smile. It works. He smiled a bit more when I patted his arm.
“If you’re going to stay here for a bit, I’m going to run home and get a few things. What do you need?”
“Nothing right now,” he said. “Take my wallet and stuff. And those clothes...”
“Those clothes are going to get a good washing, Typhoid Mary,” I said.
“You might want to think about YOUR things, too, Mimi. We were in the same flood, you know...”
“Yeah, but I’m not fragile like you...”
“Nurses ain’t s’posed to be mean,” he said. “Now go away while I sob quietly.”
“I’ll go.” I patted his hand gently. “I’ll be back in a bit.”
“Mimi, you don’t have to stay up here with me.”
“Thank you, Buddy, but I will be here as much as we can stand. I’m bringing ... Oh, shit! Lost my iPad in the flood.”
“Mine’s on the nightstand beside my bed. Use it...”
“I doubt we have the same tastes in literature...”
“So bring mine, get what you want...”
“I’ll think about it.” I gave my hands a good going over with the sanitizer, then left. Stopped by the nurse’s station and told them I’d be back.
Walking through the parking lot reminded me that it’s August in Louisiana – ninety-seven degrees and eighty percent humidity. Buddy’s pickup has a kick-ass air conditioner, though. Let’s see ... I followed an ambulance here ... Don’t remember much. But there’s a GPS. I turn it on, punch ‘home’. I hope that’s the way he programmed it. Oops! Cancel. Save the location of the hospital, THEN punch ‘home’ again.
Back at Buddy’s house, I bustled around, gathering ... Okay, I admit that at first I felt kind of strange going into HIS bedroom and going through closets and drawers to gather a few things, including a pair of socks. With the blankets propped up away from his feet ... I’ve put many a pair of socks on a patient.
I also took a shower. I was very meticulous and looked closely for signs of anything that might indicate that I had any infection. What Buddy had was aggressive. When I finished, I pulled on a set of the scrubs I’d bought yesterday. Why not? They’re comfortable, not flashy, and easy to clean.
On the way back to the hospital I stopped at a donut shop.
I dropped the donuts off in the coffee room at the surgery ward where Buddy’s staying, and I told the nurse at the counter.
She eyed me. “Scrubs?”
“Easy to keep clean. These’ll get washed when I get home.”
“You had me fooled. I thought you were a new nurse.”
“That’s a thought. I kind of lost everything in that stinkin’ flood. Buddy Fontenot rescued a bunch of people. I was one of them.”
“You’re a nurse?”
“RN,” I said. “Might be looking for a job after I see what’s happening back at my apartment. I’m sure I lost everything. I don’t know where I’d live around there, not to mention the job situation.”
“Hon,” she said, “You’re an RN. You can HAVE a job.”
“Agency,” I said. “Played that game.”
“Uh ... Buddy? Mister Fontenot? Your boyfriend?” she asked.
“Three days ago I was sitting on a rooftop with water up to the eaves at my feet. Buddy Fontenot came up the street in his fishing boat and rescued me and my neighbors. I helped him rescue a couple dozen more people that day. He gave me a place to stay until I get things together. Then he got his infection. My turn to return the favor.”
“Oh, I see.”
“Nice guy. Lives alone. Needs help. That’s me. I’m going to see him.”
“Remember the disinfection protocols.”
“Oh, I will. Thanks for the reminder.”
I walked into Buddy’s room. He was asleep, so I did a quick visual of his IV and his general condition, then put the bags down beside the visitor’s chair and made myself comfortable. I’d snagged a book off Buddy’s bookshelf. I thought it surprising that he had a bookshelf with actual BOOKS on it and I was even more surprised when I saw titles that I’d actually read and authors I was interested in.
I was going to the hospital, though, and mentally, I was sort of fried, I mean, flooded out two days ago, now staying at the hospital with a guy I just barely knew. He likes Tom Clancy. I like Tom Clancy, and there’s most of Clancy’s stuff. I picked up Without Remorse because I read it before and I liked the story line and as a reader I know that re-reading a book always reveals things you missed or failed to understand the first time through. I can dream about a man of action. I get into the book.
The nurse comes in, checks on Buddy’s IV. “Looks good,” I say.
She smiles. “I gotta do a pedal pulse. That’s one of their concerns.”
“Can I look?”
“He’s YOUR friend. That leg’s ugly.”
I looked. She palpated the pulse point. I mimicked her when she was finished. “Lot better than when he came in,” I said.
“Yeah, I would hope so. They left open incisions with drains. And that stuff we’re dumping in his IV will take paint off a Volkswagen.”
Buddy stirred, his eyes opening.
“Hey, Buddy,” I said.
“Hi, Mimi.”
“Mister Fontenot, how are you feeling?”
“My leg feels like a block of wood. That somebody set on fire...”
“On a scale of one to ten, what’s your pain level? Ten’s...”
“About a seven, I guess...”
“I’m gonna push another round of Demerol, then,” the nurse said. She looked over at me. “Pain management...”
“Stay ahead of it,” I replied to her. “Buddy ... You need to rest so you can heal.”
“I’m not much company ... Sorry...” he croaked.
“Here, take a sip of water,” I said. I held his cup and straw up with one hand. “Drink. Wet your mouth.” I cradled his head with the other. He felt warm. And more than a run of the mill patient.
He sipped. Worked up a bit of a smile.
“That’s good,” the nurse said. “He’s not putting out much.” She pointed to the collection bag. A catheter went to ... well, you KNOW where catheters go. I can be clinical. This is a medical venue. Clinical. Patient, I tell myself, not a pretty good looking, decent, intelligent guy. Patient. Right, Mimi?
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Ryan Driller walks into the massage parlor and looks around the establishment with purpose. Jasmine Jae rounds the corner to greet him, then seeing that he’s a police officer she has a surprised look on her face. She approaches Ryan and asks him what he’s doing here. ‘Excuse me… can I help you with something, officer? You don’t seem like you’re here for a massage, are you?’ she asks. Ryan looks at Jasmine and says ‘No ma’am… are you...
xmoviesforyouNote : This story is completely fictional! Story published 'as is'. Hi, to all iss readers I am a very big fan to this site (asexstories.com). I am very much interested to read these sexy stories. I want to tell my real experience with a strange person whom at all not known to me, please be patience to read my story as it is a long story. First of all I want to introduce my self. this is sree from andhra pradesh. I am at the age of 30 now. I am good looking and have nice personality WITH 5ft 7...
EroticIt was in my twenty fifth year that I left my home town. While I'd always planned to spread my wings, it was an ugly break up with a long time boyfriend that was the catalyst. I moved from being a nurse in a small town hospital to being a nurse in a big city hospital. Apart from the pain of leaving family and friends, the move was the most exciting time of my life. I first resided in the nurse's accommodation adjacent to the main hospital. While my small room was clean and comfortable, it came...
I will never forget that Christmas. That was the Christmas that he came to me to awaken in me a fire and passion that I had never before experienced. And that was also the Christmas that I got my wings and became a true Christmas angel. For as long as I can remember I have lived among the earthbound humans as a comfort and a soft whisper of hope my name is Bella , and I loved bringing hope and comfort to those whose lives that I touched. I whispered comfort to a child as they watched their...
A Bikini Beach Summer by Daphne Xu Part 20 Disaster Thanks to ElrodW, Bikini Beach's creator, for invaluable comments on this story. The Bikini Beach universe and its principal characters are copyright 2001 by him. Any comments about Bikini Beach, how it works, what it does, by characters other than Anya or Grandmother are potentially non-canonical and wrong. As this story is told from a particular point of view by the protagonist, this includes comments by the narrator....
His face was a blur, but the tall man was walking towards me, and I could see he was very muscular. Before I could realize, he was tearing at my shirt and we locked into a kiss. Then everything started to turn red, and then I awoke. I lay in my bed, my vision obscured by red, opening my eyes to find that the bright summer sun has snuck through the bottom of my curtain managing to strike at my eyes. Just realizing the dream I had, I was almost angry at myself. “I am not gay” I murmured to...
GayHi guys, My name is Jaan, from Bangalore. 5.11′ in height and medium build(bit leaner side), medium looking I guess.(mail me your feedbacks @ ). Here I am going to tell a real incident happened to my life. I never had any sexual encounters or anything before this. I joined post graduation in a reputed/prestigious in Bangalore and first day as I entered I saw this beautiful gal Nihal(imaginary name). She was so cute, hot and sexy. Very charming. About 5.8′ in height. Her asset was her cutest...
I had just graduated from college and was hired by a well known company in the same village, I got pretty lucky I guess in many ways. With a nice salary I was able to get a loan to buy a home in the nearby cul de sac. Amy lived next door, married with her two children ,but shortly after her marriage went sour. Amy was a grade school teacher, and a nice looking one for sure, one I would have liked to have had when I was in school,but any ways. She was 37, slim with a very nice figure,long...
I'm in college and work as a dishwasher for a wine bar in northern Florida I have been working with this guy named Joe( hipster covered in tattoos very skinny) for atlease 4 weeks now and We became close we would smoke weed together and chilled all the time But only at our job but this time I went to his house it was a really nice house By the beach very relaxful so when we got there he introduced me to his girl friend Kate (she was a little on the chunky side but her eyes...
0050 Tiny Fantasy – Aiko Aiko had just toweled off from her shower. She had only an hour until her final visitor that day and she would have to hurry to get prepared. First however, she took a look in the mirror to see her reality before the fantasy began.Aiko would be twenty-five on her birthday tomorrow. A few fine lines had appeared near her eyes and near the corners of her mouth but she still had a beautiful and youthful face. She was gorgeous on the outside but even prettier inside. ...
M/f M/FF F/M Blackmail/ f-self/ bondage/ humiliation/ Serious/ Slavery/ Exhibition/ Spanking/ Toys/ Real/ Chastity Belt/ TeenJade’s Extraordinary SufferingI am a wealthy man with a basement in my mansion. The basement has been fitted with hooks in the ceiling, a pegboard along the walls to hold my black leather whips, a large plastic X-shaped cross, a lightly padded sawhorse, and a display table on which I have a number of brilliantly colored candles: tangerine, blue, gold, black, white, and...
I continue the tale of how I got involved in the amazing sexual exploits of Lupe, my uncle’s second wife, when I stayed at their guesthouse.I had travelled to the Pacific Coast of Colombia, on my first paid photography assignment after graduating from university. I was staying in a fairly remote small town, as my uncle had moved from the UK many years ago, and bought a guesthouse there.My Uncle Gerry was almost sixty, and I was stunned on arrival at the guesthouse to meet his wife Lupe, who was...
MILFWe’re lying in bed together. I'm on the side closer to the wall and he's on the outside, the better side, to be honest. So we’re lying there together, my head on his chest, and I start to feel a bit playful. I very slowly start rubbing his lower stomach and his thighs, making my way to his cock. I can feel a change in his breath, and I slide my hands up a little and slip them into his pants. I don't even bother to turn around and look at him. I just grab his cock and start rubbing before I...
Straight SexIt was birthday yesterday and Maureen had called me early to wish me a happy birthday. Maureen had told me to meet her at the petrol station near her home at midday as she had a surprise for me. I didnt know what this surprise was but could not wait to see what it was. At 12pm I arrived at the petrol station and saw Maureen. Maureen came into my car and gave a nice wet birthday kiss. Maureen had told me that she made a hotel booking for us at the Hilton s king delux room. Taken back by this I...
Die Highschool war eine wunderbare Zeit gewesen. Du warst einer der besten in deiner Football-Mannschaft und hast trotzdem deine Probleme gehabt ein Stipendium für das College zu bekommen. Da deine Eltern nicht die finanziellen Mittel haben, um dir das College zu bezahlen hast du die Highschool nur trainiert und gearbeitet um dieses Stipendium zu bekommen. Leider hat dein privat und Sexualleben sehr darunter gelitten. Mit deinen 18 Jahren hattest du bisher nur sehr wenig Sex, doch hoffst du das...
MILFThey pumped my stomach that night. My parents were called, my brother Michael and sister Sophie contacted. Danny held my hand while I puked, and rocked me in his arms after the fact. I always cried when I threw up. The authorities were contacted, people searched, the punk bowl tested. Three cups had drugs placed in them, the punch was fine. Why had I gotten one of the cups? I felt nauseous the whole night. The drug had apparently affected my brain as well. I felt like I had ADD, I...