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 Owen Holmes giving me a dirty sponge bath, wearing nothing. His hands ran the wet sponge all over my body. I revealed my large snake to him and Owen gasped. He wrapped the sponge around my erection and washed me up and down.
“You've been such a bad boy,” he cooed. He bit down on the pen he held between her fingers, running his tongue along the tip. I was so close to coming. If he would just take me in his mouth and finish me off.
Owen turned around and bent over, giving me the view I deserved. He returned to the sponge against my hard cock. The warm water massaged me as he worked my shaft with both hands.
I was so close. My cock became engorged. I screamed Owen's name as I sprayed all over his chest, plastering him with my milky seed.
“Rise and shine, Mr. King.” I was pulled from my dream in an instant. I looked over to see Owen by the window. “Do you always scream my name in your dreams?”
Holy fuck! He 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.”
Owen fake laughed. “Very funny, Mr. King.” He opened the blinds and flooded the room with light.
I put my arm over my eyes and hid beneath. “Go away. I'm too sick to go to school.”
Owen had so many barriers up. How could I break through? He brought out his 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.” Owen 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 Owen 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 Owen and walked next to us. “Can Ares come home tonight, Doc?”
“Not yet,” Owen 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,” Owen said with a sense of finality. Emily could steamroll over most men but Owen wasn't like most men. He could hold his 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, Owen. Maybe when I get out of here, you can train me personally.”
He tried not to respond but a tiny smile formed at the corner of his mouth. I was getting through that tough exterior of his. It wouldn't be much longer until he was bent over a desk as I pounded into him.
“I don't think that would be appropriate, Mr. King.”
“Well then if we can't exercise together, how about a drink?”
Owen looked me directly in the eyes. He 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 his hand before he 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.” He 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 Ares King.