BANG

by Blake, Joanna

  Drake ran to one and I ran to the other.

  I waited as they unloaded a man, late twenties by the look of him.

  “Hang tight man, Alexandra will take good care of you.”

  Mark, the EMT was fawning over the patient instead of doing his job. I saw a flash of white teeth from the patient as he smiled. Not dying then. Good.

  I wanted to go home. As soon as he was stable, I could do that.

  “Condition?”

  “One male, possible concussion, broken ribs, some tissue damage. Right arm broken and possible internal bleeding.”

  I nodded and held the IV bag to the side as they lowered him to the ground.

  “He’s got to make it. Make sure he know all us guys are counting on him.”

  I didn’t even glance at Mark as we rolled the gurney into the ER at a run.

  “What is he, an athlete?”

  In LA we were used to celebrities. Movie stars, models, rock stars, pop stars, celebrity chefs. You name it, we got it. The only people who really got a reaction from the staff were famous basketball players. This guy looked handsome and strong under the gauze and blood. But not seven feet tall.

  Baseball then.

  Not that I gave a shit.

  Mark laughed.

  “An athlete. Ha, yeah kind of. Anyway, take good care of him.”

  I locked the gurney into place and gave Mark a cold stare.

  “I take good care of all my patients. Now, shoo. He needs my attention.”

  Mark had the good grace to look abashed as his walkie went off.

  “Yeah, gotta go. See you, man!”

  The man lying on the gurney lifted his hand to give the thumbs up. Then he groaned.

  I shook my head at him, as I started looking him over.

  “Try not to move, the doctor will be here soon.”

  He nodded and groaned again. I just tsked at him and checked his vitals, entering them into my tablet. His vitals were good so I moved on, touching him lightly, feeling for breaks.

  “What is your name?”

  “Trent Davis.”

  I gave him a look. What kind of name was that? It sounded made up. Like a super villain in a spy movie.

  Bright blue eyes stared back at me. Bright blue, bloodshot eyes. No wonder he was so cheerful.

  The guy was shit faced.

  I made a mental note to do a tox screen.

  I moved to his right side. He flinched as I touched his arm. This is where he got the worst of it.

  “I need to cut your clothes off of you.”

  He moaned again.

  “Not- the jacket.”

  “Sorry Mr. Davis, it’s got to go.”

  He nodded, giving up. It was pretty obvious his arm was broken inside it.

  “I’ll try and cut along the seams.”

  I looked up briefly and my breath caught in my throat. He was smiling at me. He had one of the most devastating smiles I’d ever seen.

  Damn, he really must be a celebrity.

  Pearly white teeth, sensuous lips, a chiseled face. And those eyes. They practically twinkled.

  The patient was flirting with me!

  Chewed up, spit out, and flirting.

  I shook my head and went back to cutting his clothes off of him. The doctor finally came and ordered morphine right away. He looked the patient over while I cleaned the torn skin on his side.

  Finally, the new nurses came on shift. I handed him off to Rachel. She was a good nurse. I felt confident as I stepped back.

  “Wait-“

  The patient’s good hand was gripping the edge of my scrubs. I looked over at him. He looked worried.

  “Dr. Jacobs will take good care of you, don’t worry.”

  “What’s your… name?”

  “Alexandra.”

  I don’t know why I told him. I usually didn’t go by my first name with patients. But he just grinned at me, letting his head fall back on the pillow.

  High as a kite, barely conscious and he was still flirting.

  I shook my head and left, grabbing my coat and purse on the way out.

  I’d been here for almost 38 hours now.

  I was ready to pass out. I forced myself to focus for the ride home.

  I didn’t want to end up like Mr. Blue Eyes.

  Chapter Three

  Trent

  I was a dumbass.

  I was one big, stupid, lucky to be alive, dumbass.

  I would have been the first to admit it, but I was too busy being poked and prodded and passing out from the massive quantities of pain meds they were feeding me.

  It had to be a lot, considering how much recreational drug use I’d enjoyed over the years.

  So yeah, I was blotto.

  The next few days were a blur of bright lights, being moved around and short periods of extreme pain before passing out again. Olivia had come by to assure me the dogs were alright. Jan was there too to say she would stick around until I was better so the dogs would have someone to take care of them at night.

  George had come by, but I honestly think he was just checking to make sure my dick was still attached to my body. He wasn’t even subtle about it.

  The man came to visit my cock, basically.

  On the third day I woke up to see an angel bending over me.

  Not just an angel.

  The angel.

  The one I’d been dreaming about for days.

  I hadn’t thought she was real, just a figment of my drug addled brain. I mean, I didn’t expect movie stars to look like that, let alone a nurse. A movie star playing a nurse maybe.

  But here she was, fussing around me, like the others.

  Her soft blond hair was pulled back in a neat French Braid. Soft tendrils escaped it, framing a face of indescribable prettiness. Glowing skin, high cheekbones and soft juicy lips that made me want to bite them.

  She must have sensed me looking at her because she looked up at me. Our eyes locked and she froze. We both did.

  Not that I was going anywhere at the moment.

  But right now, I didn’t care.

  She pulled away from the bed and started fussing with the machine that hung over me. I watched her, hoping she would look my way again. I wanted to get another look at those eyes.

  Her eyes were hazel.

  But that limp word did not do them justice. The were a combination of pale greens and golds. A little gray. And a hint of blue.

  They fucking glowed.

  I could spend days looking into those eyes and not get bored.

  Not for a second.

  “It’s you.”

  She glanced at me as she adjusted the meds on my IV drip.

  “What?”

  “You are the one who cut me out of my clothes.”

  “Oh so, you remember that.”

  “How could I forget?”

  She raised an eyebrow at me.

  “Because you were high as a kite.”

  I smiled at her.

  “I’m high as a kite now.”

  She nodded.

  “How are you feeling Mr. Davis?”

  “Much better now that you are here, Alexandra.”

  “You remembered my name.”

  “I wanted to talk to you. To thank you for saving my jacket.”

  She rolled her eyes at me.

  “That’s too bad, because I have to finish my rounds.”

  “Please.”

  I grabbed her arm, holding her there a moment.

  “Don’t give me any more meds, I want to be awake when you come back.”

  She tilted that gorgeous head of hers and really looked at me for the first time.

  “I have to run that by Dr. Giangolo.”

  I smiled at her.

  “Do what you have to do.”

  She nodded and walked away. Not too quickly though. Not so fast I didn’t get a good look at her trim back and graceful hips.

  You couldn’t see a lot through her scrubs, but I could tell she had a great ass.
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br />   I just knew it.

  Lexi

  I returned to Mr. Davis’s room to lower the morphine drip after getting permission from the doctor. It was hard not to notice how handsome he was as he lay there sleeping. Even relaxed and broken as he was, his body conveyed power and strength.

  That was good. He would need it to recover fully.

  It didn’t matter to me that he was handsome. Or that he seemed to be somewhat fixated on me.

  I cared about the wellbeing of all my patients, even the ornery ones.

  And we certainly got our share of those around here.

  Just because he was more pleasant to look at didn’t mean he could distract me from my work. That could not happen. I had my eyes on Head Nurse and the pay bump that came with that.

  Besides the guy was probably a lazy celebrity party animal. I had no patience for that. Not when so many other people had such a heavy load of responsibility.

  Partying was not in the game plan. It never had been. I tried not to judge others but I couldn’t help but look down on people who were so indulgent.

  Every once in a while I had to admit I envied them the luxury of relaxation. The ability to just check out. Take the night off. Let my hair down so to speak.

  Fuck, I’d never been allowed to do that.

  Not even once.

  But none of this affected my professionalism in the slightest. I wasn’t just a good nurse. I was a great nurse.

  One of the best.

  I might not be confident in anything else, but I did know that.

  I looked up to see two police officers hovering in the doorway. I flinched, almost feeling sorry for the sleeping man. He’d broken the law. I knew it. I’d seen the tox screen.

  He’d had copious levels of several drugs in his system at the time of the accident. And alcohol. He had broken the law, and then some.

  Still, I didn’t really want them to arrest him.

  It would make taking care of him much harder if he was handcuffed to the bed.

  I hated that. Try changing a sheet when you patient was shackled. It was not easy.

  I stepped backwards, staying to assist if the patient became upset.

  “Is he awake?”

  I was about to shake my head when I caught him watching me. He was awake. For how long?

  A funny feeling settled in the pit of my stomach.

  He’d been watching me again.

  In fact, he’d been watching me, watch him.

  I felt a blush stain my cheeks at the thought.

  One of the cops had an envelope in his hand. They walked over to the bed, their faces somber. I thought for sure he was about to be charged with something serious.

  “Rez! Man, you did a number on yourself.”

  He smiled weakly at the cops.

  “Tell me about it.”

  “You gotta get well soon! All the guys at the station told me to tell you that.”

  Trent laughed and nodded, even though I could see he was in pain. It took a practiced eye. But he was in agony with the lowered morphine dose.

  “Just wanted you to know that your blood work somehow got lost. Records department snafu.”

  “What a shame.”

  They all laughed companionably as the cop ripped up the envelope in his hand. I could not believe what I was hearing. It was despicable. He could have been killed! Or killed someone else!

  Instead they were all patting themselves on the back.

  I was seething inside as Trent grinned at them, flashing that perfect smile.

  “Thank you guys. I really appreciate that.”

  “Thank you, Rez! You are the King. Get back in the saddle soon.”

  “I will.”

  “Is everything… functional? It didn’t get chopped off did it?”

  Trent laughed, shaking his head ‘no.’

  “Thank God! That would be tragic for all of us.”

  The other cop pulled something out of his jacket, along with a sharpie.

  “Hey Rez, could you sign something for me?”

  I swooped in like a mother hen, waving them off.

  “No signatures. Enough. His hand is in a cast.”

  The cops left looking abashed. They actually backed out of the room, as if they didn’t want to take their eyes off of my patient. I stood over the bed, muttering as I increased his dose again.

  “Why did you tell the doctor to lower your meds? I swear, male patients are the worst. So pigheaded.”

  “I wanted to be awake when you came back.”

  I ignored him, making a note in his chart about the morphine.

  “Don’t be stupid. Pain puts stress on your body.”

  I looked at him sternly.

  “And don’t lie to me again.”

  He grinned and held up his good hand. The one not in a cast.

  “Did you know them?”

  “The cops? No.”

  “So why did they do that?”

  He shrugged, wincing.

  “Just fans I guess.”

  “Fans of what?”

  He cocked his head to the side, giving me a probing look.

  “You really don’t know who I am?”

  I finished my notes and looked at him.

  “No. You are my patient. Beyond that it’s none of my business.”

  There was a funny look in his eyes just before the meds hit, making his pupils expand.

  He looked… determined. Like I’d just issued him a challenge.

  A chill went down my spine.

  “I’d like to show you what I’m famous for, Alexandra.”

  I patted his shoulder. I couldn’t resist the urge to comfort him. He looked so sweet as his eyes drifted shut, his dark hair curling over his forehead.

  “Just focus on getting better. Maybe I will let you show me then. And call me Nurse.”

  “I am going to remember you said that. Nurse.”

  He was smiling as he fell asleep.

  Chapter Four

  Trent

  I spent an hour staring at the ceiling trying to make the intense itching inside my cast go away. It covered my entire right arm and shoulder. And it itched.

  A lot.

  Not just in one spot either.

  It itched in several spots.

  Many spots

  All the spots.

  I was doing the deep breathing exercise that I did to stay focused during shoots.

  It wasn’t helping.

  Nothing was helping except passing out for a few hours. But as soon as I was up, that wiggling feeling came back again. After three days of this, I was going to lose my God Damn mind.

  “ARGH!”

  Alexandra popped her head in the door. Perfect. I hadn’t seen her for days and here she was, seeing me act like a lunatic.

  That wasn’t going to get me what I was after.

  Her.

  I’m not sure when my fascination with the bossy, prissy nurse had started. But it had blossomed into something much bigger than just an attraction. I was fucking obsessed.

  For her part, she barely knew I was alive. I was just a heart and lungs and body parts. She didn’t care about me. She didn’t even appear to be attracted to me at all.

  I had to say that was a first for me.

  She was driving me crazier than the damn itching!

  “You okay?”

  I grimaced. I couldn’t help it. She folded her arms over her chest and glared at me.

  “Out with it.”

  “This cast fucking itches.”

  She laughed. That was good, right? I made her laugh!

  No, she was laughing at me, not with me.

  “Hold tight.”

  She left the room and came back with some pills in a cup. And something else. A contraption.

  It was… a hair dryer.

  “Take these.”

  “What is it?”

  She raised a brow, giving me the stink eye.

  “Oh ‘Mr. I will put anything in my body’ Davis wants to kn
ow what these pills are?”

  I swallowed the pills abruptly.

  “Good boy.”

  I liked the sound of that. I would roll over and do tricks if she wanted me to. I would fetch the morning paper, that was for damn sure.

  RUFF RUFF

  She smiled at me and handed me a glass of water.

  “It’s just Benadryl. It will help. Make sure they give it to you when it gets bad. And, this is my own special trick.”

  She held up the blow dryer and marched around the bed to plug it in. I tried to get a good look at her ass and failed. Then she was leaning over me, aiming the cool air under the cast.

  Heaven.

  “Ohhh… that feels… Jesus, that feels good.”

  She murmured something but I couldn’t hear it. I couldn’t think, or do anything but feel. The blowdryer felt nice. So did her breasts where they mashed against me.

  They were big. And firm. And juicy.

  Uh oh.

  My cock was starting to get hard.

  She moved again, angling the dryer where the cast met my chest. I could feel her body even better now. She had her magnificent boobs pressed against my tummy with her slender torso pressed against my hip. She was built like a brick fucking house.

  Just the way I liked it.

  Her taut stomach and her- oh fuck- her pubic bone was pressing into me now.

  Her silky hair tickled my face as she angled her head to see what she was doing.

  She smelled delicious.

  Clean and slightly sweet- like vanilla.

  I couldn’t help it.

  I groaned.

  “Unfff…”

  She jerked back, her eyes searching my face.

  “Did I hurt you?”

  “No- please don’t stop.”

  She was about to continue when she froze. I knew it the moment that she noticed my enormous erection. I had an oversized cock as it was and it was hard. Really, really hard. Hell, that thing could cut glass.

  “Mr. Davis!”

  I grinned at her.

  “Please, call me Trent.”

  She scowled at me, unplugged the dryer and left.

  Bless her heart though; she shut the door behind her.

  Whacking off with my left hand wouldn’t be easy, but damn if I wasn’t going to give it a try.

  Lexi