It was hard to sleep at night in a room with so many beeps and whistles. It was even harder when a nurse constantly entered the room to check on me. Now if they woke me up for a sponge bath, then I could hardly complain.
I dreamed of Natalie Holmes giving me a dirty sponge bath, wearing nothing but lace lingerie. Her hands ran the wet sponge all over my body. I revealed my large snake to her and Natalie gasped. She wrapped the sponge around my erection and washed me up and down.
“You've been such a bad boy,” she cooed. Natalie slowly took off her sexy underwear and undid her hair from a ponytail. She bit down on the pen she held between her fingers, running her tongue along the tip. I was so close to coming. If she would just take me in her mouth and finish me off.
Natalie turned around and bent over, giving me the view I deserved. She returned to the sponge against my hard cock. The warm water massaged me as she worked my shaft with both hands. Her arms pushed her large breasts together, making a valley of cleavage.
I was so close. My cock became engorged. I screamed Natalie's name as I sprayed all over her chest, plastering her with my milky seed.
“Rise and shine, Mr. King.” I was pulled from my dream in an instant. I looked over to see Natalie by the window. “Do you always scream my name in your dreams?”
Holy fuck! She was in the room and heard my entire sex dream. But maybe I could use that to my advantage. “It's hard not to moan your name when you're doing the filthiest things to me.”
Natalie fake laughed. “Very funny, Mr. King.” She opened the blinds and flooded the room with light.
I put my arm over my eyes and hid beneath. “Go away, Mom. I'm too sick to go to school.”
Natalie had so many barriers up. How could I break through? She brought out her clipboard and began flipping through the papers. “I have the results from the tests and it all looks normal.”
“Does that mean I can go home today?”
“Not yet. We still need to get you walking around and eating solid foods.”
I sat up in bed. “Well what are we waiting for, Doc? Let's go take a romantic stroll on the beach.” Natalie took my arm and helped me off the bed. My knees were no longer wobbly and my legs felt stronger. I took a couple steps forward and already felt better.
“Good job. Now let's go out into the hallway.”
I nodded and walked slowly. Even though my legs felt one-hundred percent, I didn't want Natalie to leave my side. I pretended I could barely walk. We reached the hallway and a few of the Devil's Hellions MC were waiting outside.
“Look! The man can walk,” Big Mike announced, slow clapping.
I nodded and bowed. “Yes, and for my next trick I'll turn water into beer.”
Emily approached Natalie and walked next to us. “Can Breaker come home tonight, Doc?”
“Not yet,” Natalie replied, focusing on keeping me upright. “He still needs to rest a bit more.”
Emily walked in front of us and stopped us in our tracks. “Come on, Doc. He seems perfectly fine. Let me take him home and I'll look after him.”
“I'm sorry but he's staying here,” Natalie said with a sense of finality. Emily could steamroll over most women but Natalie wasn't like most women. She could hold her own.
We made a lap around the hospital and returned to my room. Even though I faked needing help for most of the walk, I was completely out of breath when we got back. “Thanks for the exercise, Natalie. Maybe when I get out of here, you can train me personally.”
She tried not to respond but a tiny smile formed at the corner of her mouth. I was getting through that tough exterior of hers. It wouldn't be much longer until her legs were wrapped around my back as I pounded into her. “I don't think that would be appropriate, Mr. King.”
“Well then if we can't exercise together, how about a drink?”
Natalie looked me directly in the eyes. She was scared of something but I couldn't put my finger on it. “I'm sorry, but I don't date patients.” That was a bullshit excuse if I've ever heard one.
I grabbed her hand before she could leave. That same electric shock zapped me. The hairs on my arms stood on end. “I won't be your patient for long. Come on...one drink, what's the harm?”
The doctor hesitated. “I can't.” She left quickly and I was all alone with my thoughts.
I was in and out of sleep. Nightmares of getting stabbed kept me awake at night. The memory of blood pooling around my body was constantly hounding me. I almost died. But I survived, like I always did. It would take a lot more than a broken bottle to take out Breaker King.