As I started to wake from my nightmare, I thought I was having another one. I couldn't see, couldn't move; as I tried to speak, to ask where I was and what was going on, I made out voices around me. Then one of the voices came closer and told to not to worry. Then I went back to sleep.
The next time I woke up I still couldn't see or move, but I didn't panic. A voice spoke to me and told me where I was; in hospital, recovering from my accident. The first time I woke was too soon, but this time I was sedated properly, the doctor told me. He told me what had happened, and some things fell into place; I remembered who I was, but not the accident that put me there.
I was working in an electrical switchboard, in a large industrial plant in town. Someone, as yet unknown, had bypassed all the procedures and paperwork and switched the power back on. The resulting short circuit had caused 1st degree burns to my hands, and the flash had damaged my eyes. My hands were bandaged and immobilised, and my eyes were bandaged, although my eyesight would be saved; my hands had acted like barriers and taken the brunt. That was why I couldn't see or move.
The company I work for wasn't responsible for what happened; we were just contractors to the plant's operators. The blame lay with the client company; it was one of their employees who had switched the power supply back on. They knew they were looking at a major lawsuit, and to their credit they were making sure I got the best treatment.
The last thing the doctor told me before he left was that lawyers would be wanting to talk to me at some point. "Just say the word and I'll tell them you're not well enough to see them," he said before I heard the door close.
Time lost all meaning for me during that stay in hospital. I didn't know if it was day or night, what time it was; I slept and woke up, never knowing how long I had slept and never bothering to ask. At some stage though, I was woken by someone entering my room.
"Hello, Mr Randall," said a pleasant female voice, "I'm your nurse. It's time for your bed bath."
I tried to move but was told not to. The covers were lifted and my pyjama trousers removed. It was then that I found I was wearing some kind of adult diaper. The nurse removed it and bathed me, starting at my shoulders and working down my body. When she washed round my balls and cock, I felt myself becoming aroused. I tried thinking of something unsexy, but still my cock got harder until it was fully erect. I mumbled an apology, but the nurse wasn't at all fazed by it.
"Don't worry," she told me, "It's a perfectly normal reaction." And she continued with the bed bath while I lay there with my cock standing proud and aching for release.
