The Hospital - Part One
By Anonymyte
The transition from dreamworld to reality was
slow but relentless. Even in sleep, Jenny knew
that something was terribly wrong, that
consciousness would bring unwelcome
knowledge. She clung to the scraps of the dream
that lingered in her mind and tried to ignore the
increasing discomfort in her body as it
awakened.
Awareness arrived, and told her that she was
lying on her back on a soft surface, with her legs
raised and parted. Something light covered her
body. Her limbs felt heavy and stiff, her mouth
was parched and her temples throbbed. Her eyes
felt gummy and would not open. She tried to wipe
away the residue of sleep from her eyes but her
arm did not, or could not, respond to the signals
her brain sent it. Panic rose inside her, rushing
up from the pit of her stomach to her head,
leaving a bitter taste in its wake. Dizzily, she
tried to turn over, but again she could not move.
Calm, calm, she told herself, fighting the urge to
scream, knowing that she might not be able to
stop if she did. She began methodically checking
her body, limb by limb. There was sensation in
every part of her body, as far as she could tell,
although she could not move an inch. It felt as if
she was wrapped in a combination of bandages,
straps and plaster casts that were also attached
firmly to the bed, suppressing any movement.
She could just manage to get a wriggle out of her
toes, but that was the limit of her mobility. Her
hands and fingers were encased in something soft
and tight that kept them rigidly straight. Her
arms were held immobile by her sides, with
what she presumed were plaster casts that
extended all the way from her upper arms to the
tips of her fingers. Her tummy was likewise
encased, and the arm casts seemed to be attached
to the one around her midriff. She could feel
bandaging above and below her breasts, and there
was a soft triangular wedge beneath her lower
back that raised her buttocks off the mattress.
Her legs were held at a ninety degree angle from
her body, with her knees bent, in solid plaster
casts from mid-thigh to ankle, so that she was in
a sitting position, and her legs were spread wide.
She guessed that the leg casts were propped up in
gyneaocological stirrups for she could not bring
her thighs any closer together.
Jenny was naked apart from the bindings.
Between her legs, she could feel that her labia
had been splayed out and taped in position,
exposing her sex. She felt that unmistakable
bareness that told her that her pubic hair had
been completely shaved off. There was some kind
of rather uncomfortable tube attached to her
down there, but she couldn't work out what it
was for. It wasn't in her vagina, but it was
definitely inside her, so she deduced that it must
be in her urethra. It was hard to tell, but she
also thought she could feel something lightly
pressing against her clitoris, which was
throbbing a little. She wished that she could
touch herself to see what had been done, or at
least pull her legs together so that she wouldn't
feel so vulnerable. She hoped that the cover went
all the way down and hid her exposed vagina from
view.
A sudden swishing sound by the side of her head
preceeded the touch of a cool hand on her
forehead. Jenny was startled, but soon soothed by
the kind female voice that crooned; "There,
there, you poor girl, waking up all alone. Let's
wash the sleep out of your eyes, shall we?"
A damp cloth gently rubbed her face, removing
the gluey substance from her eyes. Jenny
blinked and gradually opened them all the way.
She looked up into an exquisitely beautiful face
surrounded by a white headscarf. The young
woman stroked Jenny's forehead and smiled.
"You must be thirsty. Here, let me help you with
some water." The woman reached for a beaker
with a long straw and held it to Jenny's lips. As
she sipped, she looked around at her
surroundings. She was lying on a bed in a large,
white room. Her body was under a white sheet
that came up to her bare shoulders, and rose up
over her legs,obscuring her view of most of the
room. She could see a single window which was
covered with a white blind, but no door, so she
guessed that it must be on the wall that was
hidden by the sheet. There was a little table next
to the bed, and a sink. But no pictures on the
wall, no flowers, and no cards.
The woman was obviously a nurse. She wore a
well-fitted white tunic, that was maybe just a
little shorter in the leg and deeper in the
cleavage than the average nurse's uniform. Her
white heels were high and pointed, but her
headdress was rather like a nun's. It was a
strange combination.
"Where am I?" asked Jenny once she had
quenched her thirst. The nurse looked concerned.
"You don't know where you are? Where do you
think you are, dear?" she replied, answering a
question with more questions.
"This is a hospital. I've had an accident." Jenny
frowned. She suddenly realised that there was a
gaping hole in her memory that extended from...
when? She could remember being in her
apartment, getting dressed to go out to Tantra,
the new nightclub in town, with her friend
Saffron, and then nothing. She probed her mind
for more information but none was forthcoming.
A sliver of fear slid into her heart.
"Where's Saffron?"
The nurse smiled sweetly and shook her head. "I
don't know who Saffron is, my dear. Do you
remember how you got here?"
Jenny shook her head, tears beginning to form in
her eyes. "I can't remember anything bad, but
something bad must have happened, right?"
The nurse stroked Jenny's cheek. "Don't worry.
You've had some serious physical trauma and it's
not surprising that your mind is a little shaken
up. Everything will come back to you soon, when
the time is right. Right now you need to stay
relaxed and think about positive things, so that
your body will heal."
"But what is wrong with me? Why can't I move?
I don't feel any pain in my body."
The nurse pulled down the sheet a little, so that
it just covered Jenny's nipples. Jenny could now
see that there were bandages snaking up from
under her armpits and circling her chest above
her breasts. The bandages also crossed between
her cleavage and wrapped around beneath them.
Judging from her complete inability to move, the
bindings were also fixed firmly to the mattress
somehow. She wasn't sure why her breasts had
been left bare, but it made her feel a little edgy,
especially as the sheet was hardly covering her.
"I'm going to tell the doctors that you are awake.
They can answer your questions better than I
can." The nurse put her hand on Jenny's
shoulder, which made her feel even more
uncomfortable. "I'm Sister Angelica, and if you
need me for anything, just call. I can hear you
with this little intercom, see?" Sister Angelica
gestured to the head of the bed where Jenny could
see, by craning her head back, that there was a
tiny microphone attached. "Just relax, and the
doctors will be in soon."
As the nurse moved to go, her hand slid
downwards and brushed over Jenny's nipple.
Jenny's face turned crimson. The sheet slid down
further and revealed Jenny's breast completely.
Sister Angelica had already turned away, and
Jenny was too embarrassed to call her back.
Jenny was mortified that the doctor would come
in and find her this way, but there was nothing
she could do to cover herself. They are doctors,
she told herself, they won't care about a nipple.
But then she felt a draft between her legs and her
mind reeled in horror as she realised that her
most private parts were totally open to scrutiny
as well. The doctors were bound to be examining
her down there. They had already put the tube in.
What else might they do? Panicking, she began to
struggle violently, and let out a helpless sob as
the sheet slid off her other breast.
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Part Two is already underway. I hope you are
enjoying the story so far.
