Chapter 02 : Nightly Caring inflames her Glow
Dear Reader(s) :
This will be an 8-Chapters-story, a true story.
If you're new to this story, I would recommend to read Chapter 01 before proceeding here. It will introduce you to the trio of main characters, and show you into the given circumstances, it will be easier then to follow the latter evolutions, and incidents.
Thank you all, and enjoy!
femadorer
"Isn't that hag a pain in the ass?" snorted Sylvia, frowning.
I smirked, "At first I had a fancy that she was...ahem...nice -- but..."
Lasting, discomforting silence. I shrunk, a bit, and looked up to the ceiling, pretending to enjoy the fascinating texture. I wished I could whistle lightheartedly, but my mouth was too dry.
"BUT...???" Renate's sharp hiss startled me. "Tell me more - about your 'But', Buddy!"
"Ooh...my butt," I replied bashfully, softly patting the object of her interest, "It's fine dear, thank you for asking dear, the mattress is soft so my hemorrhoids don't..." Sylvia curled, shaking with suppressed laughter.
"Ooo-kay!" yelled Renate, "...that'll be all!" Additionally growling, "...for now..." Shaking her head she bent over the wheelchair, like overcharged resting her forehead on top of the rear part, thus sticking out her own rear invitingly. Bent over like that the view was heart warming, her pants hugged her pretty ass exceedingly tight.
I leaned closer to Sylvia, catching her staring...likewise indecent, and asked lowly, though making sure that Renate couldn't miss any, "You mentioned her often, but never made mention of her first class a...err...derrière." Sweet Sylvia was convulsed with laughter.
She had indeed mentioned her friend often over the last years since we first met in November 2005. Sylvia had moved in next door to Renate's apartment in December 2001, short before Christmas, after she had dumped her latest 'friend'. They'd liked each other with first view, but Renate had sensed that Sylvia felt hurt, and instantly tried to find out what had happened to her. At first Sylvia had been closed like an oyster, and Renate tried patiently to talk her out of the shell, she needed months to convince Sylvia to reflect her misery, until she hesitantly started to speak about some of her annoying experiences with so-called friends, or so-called lovers. She had admitted she obviously had a 'nose' for bad guys, and through the bygone decade had always fallen for that 'special' type of men, only to end up hurt, humiliated, or worse once more, and finally been dumped, again and again. She had run off her last 'friend' after catching him laughing every once in a while through the TV-covering of the incidents in NY and Washington on 9/11. She was done with men after all, and had decided to never let one come close to her again. They had been crying a lot in unison, of course, and Renate's strength and constant support had helped Sylvia to overcome the first two terrible years, to deal with her experiences, to feel safe at home, and with Renate. Of course their friendship had grown closer over the years, but still Sylvia felt uncomfortable with men, she even refused to see Renate when her friend was with one of her limited short time love affairs.
That was the actual state of affairs when the Force of Destiny conflated our ways. From early 2005 on I had suffered from enlarged prostate, it rapidly had gotten worse over the months, and I had to undergo a laser surgery on November 4th. Sylvia had earlier been delegated to attend a six months clinical practice to that very hospital, because the General Hospital, her work place, couldn't offer urology training so far, but planned to establish a unit of their own soon.
Well, when I awoke early the morning following the surgery the first thing to see was a pair of beautiful hazel eyes meeting mine. Still dazedly I'd thought of an angel, but the angel said in a sweet voice, "Good morning." before I fell back to sleep. I awoke again later that morning finding out that my haze had lightened, enabling me to overlook my surrounding. An awesome mass of tubes led into and out of my arms, some connected to bags held by a mount, each filled with fluids, mostly clear, some red. I didn't dare to follow the left over two tubes which disappeared under the blanket, in fear I wouldn't like what I might see there.
A bit later the door opened, and the mentioned angel reappeared. "Good morning, again..." she beamed, "...I'm afraid I've scared you before, when I was in to first check your state. You mustn't worry, I'm Sylvia, your nurse, and responsible for you."
"How long did I sleep, a whole day?" I asked, my voice sounded weird.
She had noticed my frowning, "No need to worry, your voice will be back to normal soon, you had lots of medication to keep you quiet for 24 hours, but all that will be washed out quickly now you're awakened." She looked over the bags, then the protocol attached to the side of my sickbed, "Now...Bernd, everything's looking fairly good here. I know you'll have a lot of questions, but we have to wait for the doctors to come, that'll be in half an hour I guess, okay?"
She turned towards a sink and came back with a sponge, "I'll wet your lips, you're not supposed to drink right now, everything you need is supplied constantly," pointing to the clear bags.
