Post by MrsPaytonMartin on Dec 12, 2004 21:08:40 GMT
Chapter 18
*Joel's Point of View*
I woke up, feeling like I had just sniffed a Sharpie for half an hour. I tried to speek, but all that came out of my mouth was gibberish. I was alone, so no one could tell me what was going on. A few seconds later, a young blond nurse walked in. The first thing I noticed were her boobs. What can I say, they were huge? She looked somewhat familiar, I just don't know where I'd seen her before.
"Hi, Joel." she said in a suductive voice.
"Hiya." I replied. I could barley understand what was comming out of my own mouth. It was slurred and in a low tone.
"Remember me?" She began walking over to my bed. As she reached the side of it, she lifted up her leg and placed it on the bed. From the angle I was at and the way she had her leg, I could see up her dress perfectly. She was wearing a red, lacey thong. I tried to turn my head, but it hurt my neck.
"Somewhat.." I mummbled. She started to unbutton the top of her dress, making her clevage show and her boobs seem bigger. "Woah.. what are you doin'?" This was something I didn't want to be caught watching. She continued to "undress" as I tried to get her to stop. "Who are you?"
"Nikole. Don't you remember me?" I thought a bit, but then I remembered the small slip of paper that a unfamiliar girl had handed me the day before the accident. It was her.
"You're that girl... you handed me that number." She nodded. I didn't want her, not at all. All I wanted was for someone to come in and rescue me. I closed my eyes and started wishing that she'd just go away. Suddenly, someone opened the door, just as Nikole was going to remove her dress.
"Sarah! Thank God!" I yelled. She gave me a confused look.
"What's going on here?"
"This chick is trying to molest me!" I knew I sounded like a retard, but I couldn't help it. I was still alittle tipsy off of the medication. Nikole covered her top as she turned around.
"Who's this whore, Joely?" she asked.
"Don't call me Joely, and don't call my wife a whore." She rolled her eyes. Before I knew it, Nikole was on the floor. Sarah had punched that living crap out of her. I noticed that her nose was bloody. Sarah gave her one last kick as she walked over to me.
"Is she even a real nurse?" she wondered aloud.
"I donno." I shrugged.
"So how are you feeling?"
"Better. I think I still got drugs in me."
"I can tell." she snickered. She bent down a pecked my cheeck. "Joely?"
"Yes'm?"
"There's something I need to talk to you about."
*Joel's Point of View*
I woke up, feeling like I had just sniffed a Sharpie for half an hour. I tried to speek, but all that came out of my mouth was gibberish. I was alone, so no one could tell me what was going on. A few seconds later, a young blond nurse walked in. The first thing I noticed were her boobs. What can I say, they were huge? She looked somewhat familiar, I just don't know where I'd seen her before.
"Hi, Joel." she said in a suductive voice.
"Hiya." I replied. I could barley understand what was comming out of my own mouth. It was slurred and in a low tone.
"Remember me?" She began walking over to my bed. As she reached the side of it, she lifted up her leg and placed it on the bed. From the angle I was at and the way she had her leg, I could see up her dress perfectly. She was wearing a red, lacey thong. I tried to turn my head, but it hurt my neck.
"Somewhat.." I mummbled. She started to unbutton the top of her dress, making her clevage show and her boobs seem bigger. "Woah.. what are you doin'?" This was something I didn't want to be caught watching. She continued to "undress" as I tried to get her to stop. "Who are you?"
"Nikole. Don't you remember me?" I thought a bit, but then I remembered the small slip of paper that a unfamiliar girl had handed me the day before the accident. It was her.
"You're that girl... you handed me that number." She nodded. I didn't want her, not at all. All I wanted was for someone to come in and rescue me. I closed my eyes and started wishing that she'd just go away. Suddenly, someone opened the door, just as Nikole was going to remove her dress.
"Sarah! Thank God!" I yelled. She gave me a confused look.
"What's going on here?"
"This chick is trying to molest me!" I knew I sounded like a retard, but I couldn't help it. I was still alittle tipsy off of the medication. Nikole covered her top as she turned around.
"Who's this whore, Joely?" she asked.
"Don't call me Joely, and don't call my wife a whore." She rolled her eyes. Before I knew it, Nikole was on the floor. Sarah had punched that living crap out of her. I noticed that her nose was bloody. Sarah gave her one last kick as she walked over to me.
"Is she even a real nurse?" she wondered aloud.
"I donno." I shrugged.
"So how are you feeling?"
"Better. I think I still got drugs in me."
"I can tell." she snickered. She bent down a pecked my cheeck. "Joely?"
"Yes'm?"
"There's something I need to talk to you about."