Disclaimer: All characters and events are fictional, and any similarity to real people and events is purely coincidental. This is a work of erotic fiction intended to be read by people over 18 years of age (or 21 in some areas) where reading erotic fiction is legal. Story and all characters © Kardas Fox.
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Harsh white light and the steady beep of an EKG greeted Spencer as he awoke. The tall fox's eyes fluttered open, everything was white and fuzzy until his eyes adjusted to the lights...and then everything was white and fuzzy. He took a look at his surroundings; white sheets, white walls, white ceiling, white everything. He was wearing a pale green gown of some thin yet incredibly itchy fabric.
With some difficulty, he untied the back of the gown and removed it, tossing it in the floor. As one sleeve came off, he felt a sudden sting in his right arm and looked down. A dislodged IV tube...from the smell, Spencer guessed he had been put into the comforting embrace of Morpheus. Muttering curses under his breath, he replaced the tube. Now clad in only boxer shorts, he adjusted the sterile white sheet on top of him in case someone walked in. Fatigue came out of nowhere and hit hard, he slipped back into unconsciousness without a fight.
The fox awoke a few hours later, again feeling blinded by the light. As he squinted and looked around the room, he noticed his hat on a table by the window. Without thinking, he tried to get up, only to groan out in pain and fall back on the bed as the lower half of his left leg erupted in agony.
"Good, you're awake," came a soft voice from the other side of the room. The nurse, a gorgeous white mouse, made her way over to the table, her long blonde headfur swaying with every step. She picked up the hat, then approached the bed and put it on Spencer's head. "That's what you wanted, right? You're always wearing that thing..."
"Yeah, thanks..." he said, still a bit woozy, "What happened to me? Why am I here?"
"A truck backed over you in a parking lot," the mouse explained, "Shattered tibia, minor internal bruising, fractured ass..."
"Is the driver at least going to pay my medical bills?" Spencer muttered.
"Yes, but his insurance is going to cover most of it," she replied with a smirk, "It was your truck."
"I remember now...the brakes were acting up this morning so I was going to have them checked out," he said, "I guess they finally gave way after I got out..."
"This morning?" she squeaked, "It was two days ago, you've been out for a while."
"Two days? Shit..." he said, "Is there something you can do about these lights? They're giving me a headache..." She smiled and nodded, then turned out the lights for him. The harsh white glare was gone, and only the gentle silver glow of moonlight lit the room. "Thanks, you're a nice lady..."
She looked at him strangely, then came a lot closer and looked him right in the eye. "You don't remember me, do you?" she squeaked, "I guess I can't really blame you, we only went to school together for a year..."
Spencer looked her over a bit more closely, then his eyes widened. "Beth? Beth Reyton?"
"That's right!" she said with a bright smile, "I knew I left an impression on you!" She sat on the edge of the bed, her perfect rump perched on the rail in an impressive balancing act. Her slender form beckoned, and Spencer's eyes had a hard time staying on her face. "So what were you doing on this side of town? I thought there was a brake place closer to your place?"
"I just moved a couple of weeks ago, haven't gotten to know the new neighbors yet," he explained, "I never saw you again after you graduated, I thought you went out of state."