0 comments/ 27835 views/ 5 favorites Tender Loving Care By: crimsonserotic We have a silent code at work and that is to never answer the phone during report. That is the time when staffing is most likely to call with the "I know you think you are going home but you can't speech" when no one else is available. The phone rings and my lapse in judgment is due to an expected Dr.'s call back on a patient. "Fourth floor R.N." I answer. "Good, Jen, it's you." I hear Mitzi's chirpy little voice on the other end. She runs our staffing office for the hospital. Her specialty is dealing with us nurses who feel 8 hours is enough time served. "No, Mitzi, I will let you talk to someone else as...", I try to say quickly but fail. Mitzi is faster than any telemarketer around. "Honey, you know who's up to bat for 5th floor?" she giggles into the phone. Of course she can taunt us because she knows there is a security door on the staffing office. I think I know why. "Do you know it takes a really sick person to do your job?" I say sarcastically. Mitzi knows I am kidding...partly anyways. "Actually , Jen, that is your job...taking care of sick people and there are two for you all night on 5th floor. I have to go the phones are ringing. Goodnight" she says as the phone is clicked over. Bitch! The thought of paging security and suckering them into letting me into the staffing office to retrieve an invisible purse comes to mind but not for long. The girls come in to relieve me for report. I head up the stairs to 5th floor with the idea that this could be worse. Much worse. The whole floor could be full and I would be alone. I get report and settle into the desk. I get some charting out of the way and by then it is time for rounds. I get the vitals on the guy in 4A and note he is due for discharge to the nursing home for comfort measures only. I continue on down the hall to the lady, Anne, in 2B. She is sleeping with Valium on board and will leave tomorrow via family who have a guest house ready to take care of her in. I check her vitals adjust her sheets and clip the call light to her side rail. I get ready to leave when a framed photo catches my eye. I pick up the photo and see the family smiling after a long day of fun in the sun. There are uncles, aunts, grandmas, grandpas, cousins scattered and grandchildren sitting on the grass in front. I study each face left to right and it is then that I see him. He is ruggedly beautiful. His smile could light up at least half of L.A. His dark hair and his dark eyes almost distract you from the fact his arm is around an equally amazing creature. She is exotic in her features. Great! Ken met Barbie. I know there must be some law against two beautiful people being together. Talk about cheating the less fortunate gene pools. Their skin glows and must have just been kissed by Fiji or Bermuda before the photo was taken. Irregardless, I feel my mouth go dry. He must be a treat to look at everyday. I put the photo down and close her curtains. I turn off the television and think about him as I fill her water pitcher. He is the guy in my fantasy opening the door to the cabin. I have just hiked three miles into the deep woods after splitting my canoe during a portage. I can't believe my eyes thinking he must be a mirage to my dehydrated soul. He takes the lead and gives me a smile that has me drying off in a towel absent of clothing by the fire in no time. My mountain man replenishes me with a warm drink from the antique wood stove. He is quiet because everything about him talks to me in the silence. His accent soothes me, his eyes warm me and the touch of his hand seduces me into complete submission. He has asked for nothing and I will give him everything for that moment, his presence within me to never end. The water splashes over the water pitcher and sprays out at my uniform. Great! Now that I am cooled off with reality I grab a towel and curse the faucet. My shirt is soaked and the fact is white isn't going to help matters any. Thank goodness it is 12 midnight and has 7 hours to dry. I return the pitcher to the bedside and get ready to leave the room when I walk into a human wall. I would guess 6'2"-6'4". Incredible smell... a cross between Armani and roses. Roses? I look up and see a huge bouquet of multi-colored roses. Above them I see my mountain man. What? I must need my contacts rinsed. I blink and find a hand extending towards mine. I wrap mine as much as possible around the large fingers. The warmth spreads through my arm and up into my cheeks. "Hi, I am Elijah, Anne's nephew. I just got back from London on business. How is she?" he says in a rugged voice that cuts the silence in the room like a jagged knife. "No problem. She is doing great. Anne will be ready to be discharged tomorrow. Are going to be the one taking her home?" I ask letting go of his hand. I am still only able to see his eyes because there is a bouquet of roses in between us. I quickly count and there has to be at least 20 in there. "Oh, sorry" he says as he backs into the hall bringing down the bouquet at the same time. In the light I now see him. He is breathtaking. It is him. The man in her photo. First thought is naturally that Barbie must be parking her pink corvette. Or did they bring his beachcomber jeep? I smile lightly at the idea of a pink corvette in underground parking. Now that you don't see everyday. "Can I set these in her room if I am quiet?" he asks holding the bouquet out from him to get my attention. "I am in your way. Go ahead. I will be out at the desk if you need something." I say attempting to pass around him. "Actually, I do need your help if you don't mind." he steps back into the room blocking me. "Do you have a phone I can use with a calling card? I read the signs about using the cell phone in the hospital." he in informs me. "Sure, put the roses down and I will show you to our visitor's room. I bet you are tired after your flight. Your family is probably just waking up in London." I comment figuring that is who he is calling since I haven't seen Barbie claiming Ken by now. "My family is probably still sleeping actually...at least Anne is." he says with a laugh. "Oh, I am sorry. I saw the reunion photo on Anne's table and figured you and your wife were responsible for those adorable kids in the front." I reply. "My wife? Oh, you mean the lady next to me? That is my twin sister, Elise." he says. "Beautiful isn't she?" he laughs and then clears his throat. "Well, that reminds me not assume anything doesn't it?" I laugh. We reach the room and I turn on the table lamp. There is a couch and a small table to the side. I hand him the phone book. Making eye contact with him gives me goose bumps. "Just in case." I say as he grabs it. "Do you mind staying a minute? I really would like to talk with you." he asks putting his hand out and touching my shoulder. "Sure." I answer and sit on the couch while he picks up the phone and dials. After a few seconds he realizes there will be no answer. "So, what can I help you with?" I ask looking at him out of the corner of my eye. "Will my Aunt need anything to be more comfortable when she leaves the hospital?" he asks settling into the couch. "Everything is taken care of and hospice will be there every step of the way with you after discharge." I inform him and pat his knee as I slide up to the edge of the couch to stand. "Another thing I would like to know is since you were so polite to ask about my family ...how about yours?" he smiles and puts his left hand over my right one on his knee. "Uh..."I stumble with my words looking at my hand covered by his. He notices what I am looking at and pulls his hand back and apologizes blaming it on the European influences he has been accustomed to over the years doing business in other countries. I assure him no harm was done and I watch him start to wiggle out of his jacket. His dress shirt glows against his face. Then it happens. Our eyes lock completely on one another's. Why did he have to look into my eyes? My ears are turning red I know it. I can feel my face blushing. The energy his eyes project is intense. My chest feels cool drafts of air from the fan that blows back and forth in the corner. Just then I remember my wet shirt! I look down and my skin is dark and the outline of my bra is completely obvious along with my nipples that are standing straight out. I look up in panic and he is looking at my chest then darts his eyes back to mine. I realize this one of those defining moments. I can use my creativity and slide out to check an invisible call light or I can bet on never seeing him again and make light of it. Which do I pick? "This is the new look for night nursing uniforms. The wet t-shirt look. Do you like it?" I finish and I can't believe I said it! His eyes blink and he starts laughing. Thankfully this gorgeous man has a sense of humor. "As for family...I have a cat that waits for me at home and that is it." I answer his question. "I will let you rest...you have a long day ahead of you getting Anne back home." I say as I stand up and walk to the cabinet to get him a pillow and blanket. "It was nice to meet you, Elijah. Good luck tomorrow and tell London hello for me." I finish as I hand him the pillow and blanket. I brush past his knee and think of the fantasy I am leaving behind in the room as I walk towards the door. I get ready to turn the knob when the door doesn't open. I look up and see his hand is about a foot above my head keeping it shut. He is quick and silent I think to myself. He also must have something on his mind that we haven't talked about. "Don't turn around. I am going to ask you something only once. I feel you. I look into your eyes and see more than I do anywhere else. If you feel the same way don't leave." I stand frozen at the door. I can't believe what I am hearing. Great! I meet the man of my dreams and I am in a hospital and I am working. Figures. "Just my luck.." I say and slide my hand slowly up the door and lean my head against it. I stand there pondering what I am going to do when I feel the clip in my hair open and my curls spill out over my shoulders. I hear it tossed onto the table in a corner. Elijah slides his right hand up my back very slowly while leaning his right hand on the wall and door. His hand makes it's way to the nape of my neck and his fingers tilt my face to the side to face him. He is so hot I close my eyes afraid I am going to melt right there. He kisses my forehead softly then my cheek and neck. I am feeling dizzy. The effect of his lips brushing against my neck are over whelming. He nibbles my earlobe then softly dances his tongue inside my ear. I am getting wet and it is almost too late to turn back now. Elijah whispers something in French with warm exhales and I softly moan. "Elijah, I..." I say with a dry mouth. "I want you more than I have wanted anyone in a very long time." he whispers in my ear. "I am working. I can't. Really. I want to so bad." I say feebly. With that his mouth is over mine as his hand holds my neck. He tastes just as I had imagined. Delicious. I can't refuse. My body won't let me. I feel weak standing there and that's when I feel him slip his hand from my neck and down my ass as he bends down. He picks me up and locks the door with his left hand. All I can smell is his cologne in his hair and I wrap my arms around him. He brings me to the counter of the kitchenette and sits me down on it. I am face to face with him and I am speechless. "Please, I..." I stumble on the words as his mouth covers mine and invades it's depths. His hands move from my hips up the inside of my shirt and make their way to my breasts. I think of his lips and teeth around them as he pinches and squeezes them. "Oh, God." I say softly. With that he pulls my shirt over my head and tosses it to the floor. He wraps his hands around my back and puts his face between my tits sucking and nibbling as he un fastens the back of my bra. I run my fingers through his hair and pull his mouth to suck one then the other. He rolls my nipples between his teeth and tongue like little beads. His hands slide down my back into the elastic of my scrub pants. His left hand slides under my bare ass and he lifts me up while the right pulls off my panties and scrubs with no effort at all. Again I am sitting on the counter looking at him as he slips off my shoes. Then my socks. My pants are then yanked from my legs with one quick sweep of his hand. He lifts my right leg and kisses the sole of my foot and trails his tongue up my shin and inside my knee. His shirt is unbuttoned with his left hand as he makes his way up to my thighs. I move my hands through his hair, down his neck and pull the shirt down over his shoulders. That is tossed into the growing pile of clothing. He pulls my hips forward and cradles my neck back having me lay across the cold hard counter. He slides his shoulders under my knees and with one hand on my stomach and the other under my ass he pulls my cunt to his mouth quickly. Wasting no time his tongue dives into my pussy sucking at me with his lips. The tip of his tongue is working my clit in deliberate strokes like my well used fingertips. I crunch forward trying to shove him away but he pulls me onto his face harder with each attempt I make. My hands and hips betray me and grind and squeeze him into me. I can't hold out much more and begin moaning deep and soft. My hands reach out for something to hold onto for leverage and I grab the support beam for the cabinets above me. I feel the vibrating in his moaning massage my clit. His tongue dives deep into my soaked pussy and I imagine it is a small cock fucking me with perfection. His left hand pulls up at the hood over my clit and he starts sucking the little bud furiously. With that I arch my back and his right hand plunges three fingers into my cunt fast and hard. In and out. I let go of the support beam and grab his head as my hips bang against his mouth and fingers. "Ahhh, I am going to cum! God, YES!" I cry out. My body writhes and jerks while I shudder in defeat against his face. My thighs hold his face prisoner in my finish. I am completely defenseless as he sucks the extra juice that could possibly be left. "Mmmm Baby, you are the sweetest thing these lips have ever tasted." he moans as he pulls me up to sit. Our mouths lock and the taste of me mingles between us. " You know what?" I say breaking the silence. "What?" he answers kissing my neck and sliding his fingertips between my thighs. "You may just be right but there would only be one thing sweeter yet..." I say with a playful smirk. Elijah looks up at me and smiles like a kid at Christmas looking under the tree. I slide my hands down to his pants and take off his belt tossing it into the pile of our clothing. His cock pushes against the zipper as I free him. He slides his hands under my ass stepping out of his pants then slips off his shoes. This man is not only hot but he is coordinated. I wrap my legs around him and he carries me over to the couch. I am in his lap and can feel the length of his hardness along my bottom pointing to the ceiling. I think to myself this is going to be one rough hard ride. I hold his face in my hands and search his eyes. So much energy...deep and dark. I want to harness it all. I kiss his cheek and chin. I suck my way playfully down his chest. Sliding off his lap and onto the floor I take him into my mouth. I stimulate his underside with sharp flicks of my tongue. His hands find their way into my hair wrapping strands in between his fingers. He leans his head back , slides his hips forward and closes his eyes. "Oh yes, baby, that's it!" he moans as I take him in deep. He looks down and he watches me work him and his breathing quickens. I make slow deliberate strokes. "God, you look so good sucking my cock." he purrs. I feel his hands pull my head down deeper on him. I suck hard and move faster. His legs are starting to tighten up. His cock starts to throb and his balls get hard and tight. I don't want him to cum yet so I slide my mouth off him and start to suck his balls. He holds my hair back wrapped in his left hand and his right brings my mouth back over him once again. This time I slide my middle finger down into my pussy for a little extra lubrication before bringing it up to his ass. I slide just the tip of my middle finger in slowly and he gasps. "Oh, God, yes!" he cries out. His hands work my mouth faster on him. Now it is time. I start moaning deep so the vibrations are strong and take him down to the back of my throat. I shove my middle finger all the way in his ass and wiggle it as he lets out another cry while his body jerks sending shots of cum down my throat. "Ahh, Yes!" he calls out and I slide off for a moment to swallow only to have his hands shove me back on him for more. Holding him like a candy cane I lick him clean and dry. I slide back into his lap and kiss his lips individually with delicate sucking then both searching deep within him with my tongue. The taste of us combined is heaven. "Now that is the sweetest thing I ever tasted." I say with a satisfied sigh. "Yes, I agree...now how about after work you come home with me to give me a little more TLC?" he says with a grin. Tender, Loving Care "Haner?" I said, looking around the Emergency Room waiting room. It didn't take long for a tall, handsome man with spiky hair and heavily tattooed arms to cross the waiting room and stand before me. I couldn't help but notice that the man was nursing his right arm. I knew immediately who he was: standing before me was a very injured Synyster Gates! The other patients in the room, teenage girls in particular, temporarily forgot their ailments (and their names) as they stared at him unblinkingly. I felt my pulse quicken... he was beautiful! I regained my composure and told him to follow me. We walked down the long hallway and stopped in a small room. "Have a seat," I instructed, "I have to get your vital signs." I slipped the blood pressure cuff around his left arm and put the pulse ox on his finger. I pressed the start button on the machine, the cuff began to inflate. "I don't see why we have to go through all this stuff, Dollface, I just have a broken arm," he said, sounding a little irritated. "Shh," I began, "Don't speak, Mr. Haner, it can give us a false reading for your blood pressure, and I am your nurse, not Dollface." I said as I rubbed the thermometer over his forehead, starting at his temple and stopping at his jawline. "Okay, Nurse Dollface," he said with a smirk. I couldn't help but stare into those chocolate brown eyes as he looked up at me. I heard the machine beep, snapping me out of my Syn-induced trance. His blood pressure reading was complete. I looked at the results: high blood pressure, high pulse, high temperature. "Mr. Haner! Did you run a mile to get here? Goodness!" I exclaimed. He shrugged his shoulders. "I had a show... I jumped off stage, crowd-surfed a bit and when they tried to get me back on stage, they dropped me," he replied like it was nothing. "Was the show an outdoor show, Mr. Haner?" I asked, pulling out his chart. "Yes, it was... and it was fucking hot outside, and please, call me Syn... Mr. Haner is my father," he said, sporting a huge, white smile. "Have you had anything to drink, tonight?" I asked, chuckling and making notes in his chart. "Woman, I'm a rock star! I drink every night!" he said, still smiling. I couldn't help but laugh at the animation in his voice. "Well, Syn... we need you to go down to X-Ray, we need to draw some blood, and we need a urine sample," I said, watching a look of surprise cover his handsome face. "Really, Dollface? All this for a broken arm?" he said in disbelief. "Yes, Syn, the X-Ray to confirm the fracture, the blood draw to get some bloodwork, and a urine sample to check for dehydration," I explained. He nodded his understanding and I led him to his room. I oriented him to his new surroundings, telling him how to control the bed, work the remote, and how to use the call light. As a final touch, I wrote my name on the board: Kia. "Kia, huh? Is that short for something?" he asked inquisitively. "Yes, it is," I replied, putting the dry erase marker in the holder. "Can I know what it is?" he asked again, leaning in, trying to captivate me with his eyes. It almost worked. "No, Sir, I go by 'Kia' and that's all you need to know," I said with a smirk. "Yes, Ma'am!" he said with a mock salute. He was such a dork. I gave him a final smile as I exited his room, leaving him for Transport to pick up. It wasn't long before I heard his voice echoing down the hallway: "You guys have gotta be shitting me! A wheelchair? You have to push me around in a fucking wheelchair?! I'm Synyster-fucking-Gates and I don't need a Goddamn wheelchair!" I walked in as the pretty, teenage transporter looked at him like her heart was breaking, trying to explain to the best of her ability that it was hospital policy and she had no choice in the matter... judging from the look she was wearing, she was, without a doubt, an Avenged fan. "Syn!" I shouted to interrupt his rant. He stopped mid-word and looked at me. "Yes, Dollface?" "She has to push you in the wheelchair to get you down to X-Ray... it's hospital policy, we don't have any say whatsoever. So, will you please just have a seat and try not hurt her feelings any further?" I asked, trying to calm him down. He looked at the girl, expression softening, "Sorry, Kidd... I didn't mean to make you feel bad... I guess I'm still a tad bit tipsy," he explained. The girl responded with a toothy grin and he sat down in the wheelchair. "I'll see you in a little while, Syn," I said as she began to wheel him away. He looked behind him and called out: "See ya, Dollface!" ~*~*~*~ When he got back to his room, I gathered my supplies for the blood draw. I knocked on the door, coming in when he said to. I rubbed hand sanitizer on my hands until it dried. "Hey, Nurse Dollface! What's shakin'?" he said as he used the remote to raise the head of his bed up. Judging by the way he was speaking, the narcotics were making him feel pretty good. "Not much, I just came in to get some blood from you," I said, setting my supplies on his bed table. "Do your worst, Evil Nurse Dollface! I will not be broken!" he said pointing his left index finger in the air... Yup, he was loopy. I put on my gloves and tied the tourniquet around his taut, strong arm. I searched his tattooed arm for a spot that was absent of ink and found a small spot between tattoos. I prepped the site and surrounding skin with alcohol, making his colorful skin shine momentarily. 'He is so perfect,' I thought as I watched the alcohol dry... "Don't forget to breathe, Kia," he said as he watched me watch him. He was right, I hadn't taken a breath since I applied the alcohol. I shook the dirty thoughts from my head and picked up the needle. "And here's a stick..." I said as I advanced the needle, I attached the vacutainer and filled three tubes with the guitarist's blood. I popped the tourniquet and removed the needle, covering the puncture with a cotton ball. I placed the needle in the sharps container, bloodied gauze in the biohazard, and my gloves in the trash can. I turned to him and to my surprise, he was staring at me. "Yes, Syn?" I asked as he closed his mouth. "Call me Brian," he said with a smirk. "Yes, Brian?" I repeated, looking at him. "You just look so hot, going around doing things how you do..." he said, causing heat to rise through my body. "Well, that's nice, Mr. Haner, but I'm afraid the narcotics have gotten to you," I said, trying to restore professionalism. I picked up the specimen cup that I brought in with me. "Do you think you can give me urine?" "I can give you a hell of a lot more than urine, Kia," he said as he stood up and walking toward me, closing the distance between us. He was close enough that I could smell the mint on his breath and he leaned in to whisper in my ear: "Call me Syn..." ~*~*~*~ It had been about an hour since my run-in with Synyster Gates. I had purposely been avoiding his room for fear that I would do something that I would regret. I walked down the hallway, making rounds when I passed Syn's door. The doctor was inside, I could hear them through the door: "Mr. Haner, the X-Ray did, in fact, indicate a fracture-" Dr. Wheland began, only to be cut off by Syn. "No shit! I could have told you that my damn arm was broken!" he said sarcastically. Dr. Wheland continued: "It is a greenstick fracture, meaning that it's not a complete fracture, it's most often seen in children..." Syn was at it again: "So I'm a grown ass man with a half ass fracture?" Dr. Wheland cleared his throat and continued: "You will have to be put in cast for-" Syn again: "A what?! How the hell am I supposed to shred wearing a fucking cast?" At this point, Dr. Wheland was getting quite frustrated: "Mr. Haner, please! You will only have to wear the cast for a month. Your blood alcohol level was at a .09, which explains your aggression. I hope you didn't drive here because the law is .08 and it's been a few hours since you've had your last drink. Otherwise, your bloodwork came back normal. The increased specific gravity of your urine is indicative of slight dehydration, so we will be starting you on some normal saline to get your fluids up. Any questions? Good. You have a good day." Dr. Wheland walked out of the room looking rather flustered. He looked at me and shook his head, "He's all your's," he said, walking quickly away. Upon receiving Dr. Wheland's formal order for IV fluids, I went to the supply room to gather what I needed for the procedure. I walked to his room, took a deep breath, and knocked on his door. "Come in," he said as if I interrupted a good nap or a good t.v. show. I walked in and put the supplies on a table and rolling in the IV pump. "Hello, Nurse," he said, clearly mocking the Animaniacs. I smiled at him, there's no law against finding him charming, I suppose. "Hey, Brian. I'm here to start an IV, apparently, you're a tad bit dehydrated," I said, busying myself with priming the IV tubing. We didn't want to give Mr. Gates any air bubbles, did we? "I drink plenty of fluids, Dollface. Honest! " he said, crossing his heart. I couldn't help but laugh at the childish gesture. "Just because it's wet doesn't make it water, Mr. Gates," I said with a smirk. Was I actually flirting? Oh, well, nothing would come of it. "Is it?" he asked, looking suggestively at the front of my scrub bottoms. I quickly turned away from him. I felt the heat rising up my body. My heart was beating so loud, I was surprised he couldn't hear. I swallowed. This conversation was becoming unacceptable. "That is very inappropriate, Mr. H-," I began. Before I could finish my sentence, he was inches in front of me, majorly invading my personal space. "I think that's close enough," I said, while my brain was screaming: 'Not close enough!' . Again, I found myself unintentionally holding my breath. He reached down and pushed a loose hair behind my ear. I trembled as he ran his calloused fingertips along my jaw line. With a smirk, he leaned down and whispered: "Don't forget to breathe." It was all I could do to stay on my feet. He knew the effect that he had on me but he didn't care... he seemed like he found this amusing! "Syn, please," I said in a small voice, that was dangerously close to a moan, "I can't do this. I have a job to do... this isn't right." He searched my face, surely seeing the war that was raging in my head. "What are you so afraid of, Kia?" "I am a nurse. It is against our Code of Ethics to get involved with our patients," I explained, hoping it would be enough for him to understand. "Well, I won't be a patient for long. What then?" he asked, leaning his delicious body against the wall, sure that he had found a loophole. "It's... it's just unethical, please stop or I will be forced to get you a new nurse," I said, sounding more in control of my emotions than I felt. "Fine, then, Kia, I'll leave it alone for now," he said, sitting back on his bed. "Thanks, Syn," I said, relieved that I would get a break. I had no idea how much longer I could deny him. "This is your fluid bag, you're going to getting 1000 mL of normal saline. Your fluid will be infusing at 250 mL per hour, which means it'll take 4 hours for you to finish getting your saline, so make yourself comfortable," I said, as he watched me talk with a sexy smirk on his face, "and I'm really sorry about having to stick you again." He shrugged his shoulders and continued his smirking. "Does it look like I have any problems with needles, Dollface?" he said gesturing at the vast amounts of ink that adorned his body. I laughed and shook my head. "No, I guess not. Why did you get so many tattoos?" I asked, tracing the monsters that painted his forearm. "I'm just a rebel, I guess," he said, laughing, "But, seriously, I've always liked tattoos, I just had no idea that I would end up with so many... and there's many more to come." He chuckled at the reaction on my face. "Come on, Kia. Don't tell me you don't have any tattoos!" I blushed and looked away. "Yes, I have tattoos," I admitted as I rubbed the alcohol on his skin for the second time that day. "I take it that you won't let me see, huh?" he said, again laughing at my lack of respiration as I watched the alcohol dry. "No, Syn... I'm afraid not," I said, shaking my head, "Here's a stick," I said as I pushed the needle in. He screamed... almost making me jump out of my skin. I actually thought I hurt him until I heard him laughing like a black person watching a Tyler Perry movie... asshole. I smacked him and called him a jerk. "Hey!" he said, dramatically rubbing his arm, "Is there anything in that damn code about not beating your patients?" "Gee, I'm sorry. You just had me thinking I stuck a valve!" I said furrowing my brow at him. "Jeez, Dollface, I'm at your mercy," he said, making a rather pathetic face, "Just don't hurt me anymore...I'm vulnerable." He was so full of shit. ~*~*~*~ When I left his room, I had the overwhelming urge to turn around and go right back in. I went about my normal duties. It was getting late, well, early in my case and it was still about an hour before my 12 hour shift was over. No matter what I did, my mind wandered back to Room 127 where Brian Haner, Jr. was probably fast asleep. This is why it wasn't a good idea to fuck around with your patients... you lose focus. I was making my hourly rounds when it came time to check Syn's IV infusion. I knocked on his door and surprisingly, when he told me to come in, he sounded wide awake. "What are you still doing awake?" I asked, rubbing the hand sanitizer on my hands. I walked over to him to inspect his IV site. It looked pretty good: no swelling, no heat, no infection. "I just was thinking how dumb I'm gonna look on stage wearing a cast," he said, sounding pretty bummed. "How are you gonna play?" I asked, looking down at him. "I don't need my whole arm, Kia, I just need my fingers," he said, imitating playing his guitar, moving his long, thin fingers in ways that made me blush. "Well, you've got it all figured out, then," I said, trying to shake the heat from my face. "Is that so? How do you figure?" he said, looking at me inquisitively. "Well, the hard part's figured out. If you can play, it doesn't matter what you're wearing. Your fans will love you either way and if anything, they'll be even more thrilled that you showed up injured," I said with a smile. "Yeah?" he asked, rubbing his chin, "I never thought of it like that. Thanks, Kia." "No, problem, Gates," I said, "The dayshift nurse gets here at 7, they'll draw up your discharge papers then." He nodded his understanding. I gave a final look at him and smiled. "Kia," he said, trying to catch me before I closed the door. "Yes, Syn?" I asked, poking my head back into his room. "It was really nice to meet you," he said with a genuine smile. "It was nice to meet you, too, Syn," I said returning the smile. I closed the door and cursed. 'There goes a once in a fucking lifetime opportunity!' I thought as I clocked out. ~*~*~*~ "You mean to tell me that you let Synyster Gates slip through your fingers? Mi'Kia Rae Langston, your mama didn't raise no fool!" my mother yelled into the phone. My mom could always make me laugh. I took the personal liberty of giving her Avenged 101 when I was a senior in high school. She could now identify all the members by their pictures and could tell me what instruments they played, whether I shuffled them or not . She even knew some of the lyrics but mostly just choruses. She didn't even cringe when I showed her my matching Death Bat tattoos that resided on my shoulder blades. Syn was always her favorite. "Ma, you know he's a patient," I began. She cut me off. "Mickey, I understand where you're coming from but that man didn't give a damn if he was a patient, he liked you regardless and even looked for a loophole. Plus, he's not even a patient anymore! You need to get out of that damn box you're living in or you're gonna die in it!" she said, with a final warning. She had a point, all I have done for two years is work and sleep. I rarely had time for myself, even though I only worked 3 days a week; but after working 12 hours a day I just didn't want to do anything in my free time. I was an ER nurse and a damn good one at that. I didn't date, I didn't go out, I just slept and spent my days with rock music blaring in my ears. "Okay, Ma, I'll try to break out my box and if I get screwed over, it's your fault!" I said, only halfway joking. "You won't, Mickey. Just hang in there and don't be so guarded," she said softly. "Okay, Mom, just stop calling me 'Mickey'," I said surrendering. They nicknamed me Mickey because my name is Mi'Kia. I always thought it was pretty dumb but it was like fighting a losing battle. That's why I only went by Kia, if I gave people my full name, they would always make the connection. As usual, she disagreed and we ended our conversation with our I Love You's. I hung up the phone and laid back in my bed. "What if it's too late?" I wondered aloud. It had been three days since Brian Haner, Jr. checked out of the hospital. By now, he surely would have moved on to something more his speed: Something beautiful, pierced, and tattooed, something confident and charming...something that was unlike me in every way possible. There was only six hours until I had to be back to work so I needed to get some sleep. I closed my eyes and let a dream that only Syn could make come true wash over me. ~*~*~*~ When I got to the ER, it was full. It was a typical Friday night, full of bar fight and accident victims. I was definitely in for a long night though I didn't really mind. A busy night is a quick night. When I made it to the Nurse's Station, I was floored by all the different flower bouquets that littered the countertops. I walked over to Sheila, my Charge Nurse. "It must be close to your anniversary, huh, Sheila?" I said gesturing to the vast amounts vases. Her husband, Ryan was always having flower bouquets delivered to the hospital, usually it was an anniversary, Valentine's Day, or her birthday. She just looked at me and shook her head. Her pretty face broke into a grin. "No, Sugar, these aren't for me," she said with a smile, "These are for you... every last one of them." I looked at all the flowers in disbelief, she had to be kidding! She walked over to me, holding a card. "This came with them," she said handing it over to me. I looked it over, it was a pink card that looked really fancy. I was almost scared to open it... almost. When curiosity got the best of me, I opened it. I laughed aloud when "Hey, Mickey" by Toni Basil came from the card. There was a message that covered one entire side of the card. It was written in semi-messy print, like the writer is normally a really messy writer but wanted to make it look neat. It read: Hey Mickey! Mi'Kia, is it? Nice to meet the real you! I wanted you to know that I've thought of you every day since you walked out of my hospital room and it's been three whole days! Honestly, that's pretty big for me. I hope that you can find it in you to give me a chance. Just one chance, if you still don't like me after that, I'll leave you alone. Just to let you know: I looked up that damn Code of Ethics and it said "When acting within one's role as a professional, the nurse recognizes and maintains boundaries that establish appropriate limits to relationships." Correct me if I'm wrong but doesn't that mean that if I'm not your patient, you aren't acting in a professional role? Just think about it, okay? I hope you like the flowers, I didn't know what kind you liked so I bought one of everything I could think of. I'll be in touch, Syn When I finished reading, I noticed that Sheila was looking at me all maternal and mushy-like. "I don't know who these are from, Child, but that man is definitely a keeper in my book!" she said with a smile. Tender, Loving Care I laughed and looked at the card on the first bouquet, it held a single word: 'Please?' I went to the next one, same message. I went to the next, and the next, and the next one after that, they all said the same thing. I did the only thing I could think of, I called my mom. ~*~*~*~ My night went by exactly as I thought it would: fast as hell. Before I knew it, it was 7 am and it was time for me to go home. I was well on my way to my four days off and I was damn happy about it. When I got home, I ran to my bed and jumped in it. I grabbed my pillow and screamed inside of it. I couldn't believe my luck: three days later and Synyster Gates: lead guitarist for my favorite band was still thinking of me. I felt as if I could float away at any moment. When I finally came to my senses, I went out to my stuffed car and began to carry the flower bouquets inside. Three trips later and every countertop in my small apartment was covered, some end tables as well. It was very colorful and new, a pleasant change from my drab and neutral surroundings. Most of all, it made me think of Syn. I remembered his smile and the way his dark eyes seemed to brighten a bit every time he saw me. It could have just been wishful thinking... I took a shower and finally got around to eating some breakfast. By the time I took the last bite of my breakfast sandwich, I was definitely ready to hibernate for four days. I put my phone on the charger and slid beneath my blankets. It felt like every muscle in my body was aching, but that's what 12 hour shifts do to the body... it was proven! As soon as I closed my eyes, my phone began to ring. Frustrated, I picked it up to see who was calling. It was a number I didn't recognize, so I silenced it and laid back down. A few minutes later, it was ringing again. "I don't know you!" I said aloud and silenced it again. As a final attempt to sleep, I covered my head with a pillow. Yet again, the phone rings. Realizing that I wouldn't be able to go to sleep without answering the phone or silencing it, I picked it up and pressed the talk button. "Hello?" I grumbled, not bothering to play polite. I was fucking tired! "I hope you like the flowers," a familiar voice said into my ear. I sat up, wide awake. My heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest. "Syn?" I said, my voice full of hope. "Yes, Madame Dollface! How many guys send flowers to you at work?" he said, I could hear his pout through the phone. "None, actually. Well, there wasn't anyone until you," I said shyly. "Well, Dollface, I'm glad I could be your first and that I could make you happy! I'm just gonna throw this out there: if you agree to go out with me sometime, I could make you happy all the time," he said, not knowing he had me at "Hey Mickey!". "What do you say, Kia? You wanna make me really happy and agree to go out with me?" I was smiling so hard, it felt like my cheeks were about to fall off! It was painful, but it was a good kind of pain. "Yes, Brian, I would love to go out with you," I said with a nod of my head that he couldn't even see. He was quiet for a moment and said: "Really? Uh... Awesome! Um, when are you free?" he asked sounding boyishly nervous, like he was surprised that I finally said 'yes'. I could tell that he was planning on having to bring in some sort of 'heavy artillery' to get me to change my mind. "I'm off for the next four days, that's the awesome thing about working three days a week," I said chuckling. "Fucking sweet!" he exclaimed, "I wanna see you as soon as fucking possible!" He used obscenities so loosely but he was so well-mannered simultaneously. How the hell was he able to do that? I was so happy, I thought I might burst. "I just got off work, I am about to go to sleep for awhile. After that, I'm all your's," I said with a smirk. What the hell was I doing? I was fucking flirting! "Easy, Dollface..." he said in a low, soft voice, "You can't say things like that to me, I'll take it the wrong way." I blushed, I knew what I said but I didn't expect to be called out on it. "Oh, sorry, Brian, I didn't mean anything by it," I said, about to die from embarrassment. "Nonsense, Kia, you saying that 'you're all mine' is a great fucking thing... no matter how I decide to take it," he explained, "Have you eaten? I would love to take you to breakfast." "Yeah, I've eaten. I made myself a breakfast sandwich when I got home. All I really need is sleep right now, I'm a real bitch when I'm tired" I said, yawning. "Alright, Dollface, save my number and call me when you wake up... immediately when wake up. As soon as you open those pretty, brown eyes, I want you to call me," he said, his voice sounding seven layers of serious. "Okay, Syn, I will. I promise, but can I ask you something?" I said succumbing to another yawn. "Yes, Kia, anything you want," he said sincerely. "How did you get my number?" I asked, interested to hear his answer. "The same way I got your address: Google! Alright, call me later, bye!" he said, he hung up the phone laughing. "Creeper," I said as I saved Syn's number and put my phone on the charger. I was still smiling and my cheeks were on fire! I laid down and wrapped myself in my blanket. I thought it was pathetic how I wanted to fall asleep already so I could wake up! I closed my eyes and, for the second time, drifted into a Syn-filled dream. Tender Loving Care Sean had always been a bit of a daredevil, both in love and in life, but somehow it had never managed to catch up to him. Until one day, when his recklessness finally bit him in the ass. He had been dating a hot biker chick he'd met at a bike show. They had awesome chemistry and amazing sex, but of course, that wasn't enough for him. He took to banging random girls in places where they were likely to get caught. Each time the location got riskier and riskier, until finally he fucked one tramp on his girlfriend's couch. Not surprisingly, she walked in just as he ejaculated into his fling's tight ass. He pulled out as quickly as he could, but his girlfriend still managed to get a punch in. His head was spinning from the impact, but he ran out the door towards his bike. She managed to get on her bike and fire it up, before he even reached his. His pants were still caught around his ankles, hobbling him, when she gunned her bike back at him and slammed into him. Sean woke up about 72 hours later, in pain and confused. When his eyes first opened, he couldn't figure out where he was or why he wasn't able to move. He frantically looked around the room, slowly figuring out that he was in a hospital room and that he had bandages all over. "What the fuck!?!" He hollered, calling out to no one in particular. Both of his arms were in casts, as was one of his legs. No wonder he couldn't move. "C'mon...someone tell me where the fuck I am!" "Mr. Cotridge, please keep your voice down." Sean craned his neck trying to see where the voice came from. "Don't move around too much, it will only make everything hurt more." "Fine, then move so I can see you and I'll stop." A young woman stepped into his field of view. She was tall and slender, but still managed to give an overall impression of voluptuousness. She was wearing dark blue scrubs, her long blonde hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail and her face was free of makeup. Yet, she was still sexy. "Nice. At least if I'm stuck here, I've got good company." "I'm glad to see you're awake. I'm Lily, your nurse." She gave Sean a smile that while friendly also contained a hint of condescension. "Please feel free to let me know how to make your time with us more pleasant and comfortable." "Well, to start with, you could..." Lily cut him off with a withering glare. Sean had been attempting to make a rude gesture, but had quickly found that both the cast and the pain had stayed his hand. He cleared his throat and began again. "You could tell me what happened and where the hell I am." "I would appreciate it if you watched your language." Sean groaned in his mind at her prudishness. "You are in St. Francis hospital. You were brought here after a traumatic vehicular accident. Both of your arms and one of your legs were smashed up. Luckily, nothing else was really damaged. The surgeons worked for a long time to put your limbs back together and with some good rehab you'll get back almost full use of them. The file says that you were run over?" She looked at Sean, waiting for some sort of explanation. All he did was grunt. "Ok. Well, let me know if you need anything." She turned on her heels and walked out of the room. Over the next few days, Sean began to feel a little bit better. The pain was bad, but the narcotics took the edge off. He was bored, but he watched a lot of TV and movies. He'd sprung for the upgraded TV package, which included HBO. The food was awful, but some of his buddies brought him fast food whenever they came to visit. What got to him was the complete lack of sex. Not just sex, but jerking off. It wasn't that he didn't have the privacy to wank off, rather he didn't have the ability. With both of his arms in casts, there wasn't a chance in hell that he could touch his dick, let alone get himself off. He lay in the hospital bed, bored, thinking naughty thoughts about every woman he saw on TV or in person. He'd feel his cock get hard as he imagined for the hundredth time bending one of the nurses over the bed and ramming it into her hard. He'd see himself swell beneath the thin sheet and think about how much he wanted to rub his dick. Instead, he'd call for more pain meds, in the hope that he'd be less horny doped up. It didn't work. It simply meant that he'd have weirder, darker wet dreams. Sean's favorite nurse was Lily, the one he had met when he first woke up in the hospital. He just loved pissing her off. She seemed a bit prudish, so he worked hard to be a real naughty bad boy when she was around, not that it was a challenge for him to act like an asshole. What he loved was catching the corner of her mouth quirk into a hint of a smile whenever he said something particularly outrageous or flattering. He'd kept up a pretty steady stream of descriptions of what he'd do to her if both his arms worked. He talked about how he'd pinch her ass every time she came by, since it was such a wonderful round sexy rear. He told her how much he loved looking down the neck of her scrubs, so he could see those plump, lickable tits. She'd roll her eyes or make a flippant motion with her hands, dismissing every naughty comment he made. But every so often, he would see a little glint in her eye and a little mischievous slant to her mouth. Pretty soon, Nurse Lily had a starring role in his all of his fantasies. He imagined the day when his casts all came off. He was getting dressed, ready to finally leave the hospital, when Nurse Lily would come into his room. She would see him pull up his pants and, without a word, walk up to him and pull them back down again. She would push him back onto the bed, not even bothering with foreplay, just dropping to her knees and sucking him. He imagined grabbing her blonde ponytail and forcing her mouth further down his cock, until she was deep throating him. He could see the tears welling up in her eyes, as she choked on the length and girth of him. He would let go of her hair, pull her up and bend her over the bed. He would thrust his dick into her, deep enough that he would be pounding against her cervix, making her scream from pain and pleasure all at once. Just as he was about to cum, he would pull out, so he could shoot his load all over her firm, round ass. One evening, when the floor was short-staffed, Nurse Lily had to bathe Sean. Normally, one of the nurse's aides would begrudgingly give him a rough, fast sponge bath. But tonight, no one was available and Sean was always particular about going to sleep clean, so Nurse Lily decided to bite the bullet and bathe him. Sean was surprised when she placed a basin of steaming, soapy water on his bedside stand and pulled the curtain around his bed. None of the aides ever bothered to pull the curtain, since he had a private room, but Lily was always faultlessly professional. She was humming quietly to herself, while she pulled down his blanket, revealing his whole lower body. "We'll start at the bottom and work our way up, if you don't mind." He was still trying to adjust himself to the idea that she would be sponging down his naked body that the only response he could give her was a slight nod of the head. "Ok, let's get started. Tell me if the water gets too cold and I'll get some new." She began to rub his feet with the warm, damp sponge, cleaning between his toes, all along his foot, up to his ankles. She rinsed the sponge between feet and again as she started to ascend his right calf. Sean was almost holding his breath with a sort of excited anxiety, as he tried to keep images of her naked body rubbing against him out of his head. As she worked the sponge up his calves to his knees, he could feel his cock begin to stiffen. Even as he tried desperately to imagine non-erotic things, he continued to swell and harden, until his erection was painfully obvious to both him and Lily. But, she acted oblivious to his rapidly growing member and continued to rinse the sponge and clean his thighs. As the sponge moved closer and closer to his groin, her movements began to get slower and more deliberate. Sean flinched, both from anticipation and embarrassment. Lily rinsed the sponge and gently slid it along his balls. He could feel them tighten with pleasure, as the warm dampness moved towards the base of his dick. The sponge continued to move up along his shaft, moving slowly, but with purpose. Sean jumped, when he felt one of her fingers glide up the center of his testicles and up his penis. She put the sponge back into the basin and pressed her palm into his chest. "I thought you might need a little help with this," she whispered into his ear, as her hand encircled his swollen rod. He was still slippery from the soap, so her hand glided easily along his oh so sensitive skin. Her fingers danced their way up to the tip, where she began stroking him in earnest. Her hand expertly moved up and down his cock, while his hips began to pump in rhythm to her movements. "It's a shame that you've been neglected while you've been here. This is a lovely piece." Her tongue darted out and teased his earlobe. He let out a moan, as her breathe tickled his ear. Her hand was beginning to move a bit faster and he could feel the end coming. "Stop, please, stop." He panted quietly. Her hand dropped away. "No, no....just wait a sec, I don't want to come yet...let me calm down for a sec, just a sec." She chuckled to herself and favored him with a mischievous little smile. "Sure, no problem." She let her hand idly caress him, while he tried to catch his breath. He looked down at her and to his surprise, saw that her other hand had slipped into her scrub bottoms. Her arm was making small motions as she thrust her fingers into herself. "Let me see." She pulled her hand out. "No, really, I want to see you cum." She shrugged and began to finger herself in earnest. He could see her hand rubbing in circles as she massaged her clit. He hated that he could only watch the motions through her scrubs, but it was the best he would get. The hand that had been rubbing him snaked up her shirt and under her bra. She began pinching her nipples. "Pull your shirt up, let me see your tits." She acquiesced and exposed her pert breast with hard, pink nipples. Her hand began to speed up, as her eyes began to close and her lips pursed with the need to hold in her moans of pleasure. He could see the muscles in her ass tighten, thrusting her cunt harder against her hand. She put one hand on his chest to balance herself, as her body began to tremble with pleasure. "Oh, god...yes," she whispered as the orgasm hit. Her head dropped back, her blonde hair splaying across her tits. She came hard, her body shivering and shaking. He could smell the muskiness of her sex and juices. He desperately wanted to slip his dick into that wetness and fuck her to another orgasm. She took his cock into her juice soaked hand and used her own lube on him. Her hand stroked up and down on his rock hard member, as he pushed up to meet her. "Keep going." He grunted as his eyes locked with hers. Seeing her face glowing with pleasure tipped him over the edge. He spurted his load all over her hand and the bed linens, his body racked with pleasure at finally being able to release itself. With a smile, Lily reached over and grabbed her sponge. "Hmmm...that made a bit of a mess. I guess I'll just have to clean you up again."