The ambulance pulled up to the hospital just after midnight, and Geoff jumped out and ran around to the back. He hit the latch on the door, swung it open, and saw his partner bent over the man on the stretcher.
"He's lost a lot of blood," Henry told Geoff. "They'll need to get him into surgery as soon as possible." Geoff nodded, and ran over to get the doctors ready. He ran inside, told the nurse there what was happening, and she quickly went about preparing. Geoff ran back outside, and helped Henry carefully take the stretcher out. The man on the stretcher looked paler than he had when they loaded him on, and he was still passed out cold. They stood the stretcher up, and hurried the man inside, being careful not to shake him too much.
As soon as they were inside the nurses were beside them, checking vitals. A moment later a tall doctor appeared, and also bent over the patient. Geoff took a step back, and watched as the man got pushed further into the building, and then out of sight. He turned to Henry, who looked as concerned as Geoff felt.
"You think he'll be alright?" Geoff asked. Henry had been the one helping the man, while Geoff drove them furiously through city traffic, but he wasn't too confident from what he had seen.
"I hope so," Henry sighed, and they turned and walked back to their ambulance. "Poor guy got shot three times."
"He saved those kids though," Geoff said. "If you gotta go, that's not the worst thing to go out doing."
"Ya," Henry nodded. "I hope they can save him. We did our part anyway." Geoff nodded back, and they got back in the ambulance, and drove back onto the road, already getting another call.
The man on the stretcher got rushed into the surgery room, and Doctor Taylor went to work. A few minutes later another doctor joined him, and they both did what they could for the man. The nurses all did their part, helping when needed, and staying out of the way when not. No one knew the man's name. Apparently he had been alone when he got shot, and he didn't have a wallet on him. All he had in his pockets were two twenty-dollar bills, and set of keys that were pretty basic, and unidentifiable, and a phone. The phone might have been able to help tell them who he was, but one of the bullets had hit it, and it wouldn't be of any use to anyone now.
The surgery lasted hours, but Doctor Taylor was able to save the man's life. He had lost a tremendous amount of blood, and he had almost certainly been on the brink of death, but he was alive. He was still unconscious, and they didn't know when he might wake up. Considering how much blood he had lost, it was possible he could go into a coma, and stay there for days, weeks, or even years. No one would know until he woke up.
The man was brought to room three on the second floor of the hospital. Doctor Taylor supervised the nurses as they set the man up. He still didn't know who the man was, but he had been told what had happened, and he very much cared that the man got the best care possible. Once the man was settled in, the doctor gave the nurses instructions on how to care for the patient, and then he left.
The man lay there, unconscious, breathing with the help of a tube, while other tubes were connected to him in various places. Two of the nurses stood over him, looking at him with pity, and talking quietly about what they had heard.
"I heard he got shot stopping a robbery," Stephanie, the younger of the two nurses said, looking down at the man as his chest rose and fell with a mechanical regularity.
"That's what I heard too," Gladys nodded. "They said he saved some kids from getting shot."
"I guess he's a hero then," Stephanie said, wishing she knew something about this man. She thought he was quite handsome, and the idea that he had almost died to save other people made him seem even more attractive. "But how will we find out who he is? I mean until he wakes up?"
"We may not," Gladys said in a melancholy way. "I'm sure they'll run his fingerprints through the system, but if he isn't in the police database then that wont help. If he has family then I'm sure they'll come looking for him eventually. But if not, I don't know. For now I suppose it doesn't really matter, we just have to take good care of him, and hope he wakes up soon."
Stephanie nodded sadly, and a minute later the two nurses left the room. When their shift ended, they told the next set of nurses about the man. They said what little they knew about him, which was really just the circumstances in which he had been shot. The rest of the day everyone took good care of the man. The doctors checked on him, a priest came and prayed for him, the nurses did their rounds, all while the man lay sleeping in the bed.
The next day went much the same. The man still hadn't woken up, and no one had come for him. The police had come by, and reiterated what everyone had already heard about the man. He had stopped two meth heads from robbing a liquor store, and very likely saved the lives of some kids in the process. But he had been shot, and now he lay unconscious.
"Our hero is going to need a sponge bath tonight," Gladys said, checking a sheet of paper and making a little mark on it.
"I'll do it," Stephanie said, a little too quickly. Gladys looked at her over the rim of her glasses, and Stephanie turned away, blushing.
"Fine," Gladys, frowning slightly. "But do try to be professional."
"Of course," Stephanie nodded. Twenty minutes later Stephanie closed the door to the man's room, and placed the sponge down beside the bed. She lowered the blanket that was covering the man, and then carefully lifted his gown, making sure not to disconnect any of the tubes. She rolled the gown up his body, looked back down at him, and let out an audible gasp. She dropped the gown, and took a step back, her eyes going wide with shock. For a moment she just stood there, staring at the man's naked body.
His chest and arms were quite muscular. And his chest had just the right amount of hair on it, for Stephanie's taste. There was a large white bandage covering part of his chest, where he had been shot, and then bellow that, a very toned set of abs. Stephanie's eyes roamed his manly torso for a moment, and then returned to what had caught her so off guard. There was another bandage on the man's hip, where he had been shot but his phone had deflected, and then a third bandage lower on his leg where the last bullet had hit. But Stephanie's eyes were locked onto the man's crotch. She knew she was supposed to be a professional, and she saw men naked all the time. But this one was different. She was staring wide eyed at what had to be the biggest cock she had ever seen. It was totally flaccid, but it looked as big as her ex-boyfriend's when it was hard. It was slumped over a large plump set of balls, and hung down between his legs.
