Sean had always been a bit of a daredevil, both in love and in life, but somehow it had never managed to catch up to him. Until one day, when his recklessness finally bit him in the ass. He had been dating a hot biker chick he'd met at a bike show. They had awesome chemistry and amazing sex, but of course, that wasn't enough for him. He took to banging random girls in places where they were likely to get caught. Each time the location got riskier and riskier, until finally he fucked one tramp on his girlfriend's couch. Not surprisingly, she walked in just as he ejaculated into his fling's tight ass. He pulled out as quickly as he could, but his girlfriend still managed to get a punch in. His head was spinning from the impact, but he ran out the door towards his bike. She managed to get on her bike and fire it up, before he even reached his. His pants were still caught around his ankles, hobbling him, when she gunned her bike back at him and slammed into him.
Sean woke up about 72 hours later, in pain and confused. When his eyes first opened, he couldn't figure out where he was or why he wasn't able to move. He frantically looked around the room, slowly figuring out that he was in a hospital room and that he had bandages all over. "What the fuck!?!" He hollered, calling out to no one in particular. Both of his arms were in casts, as was one of his legs. No wonder he couldn't move. "C'mon...someone tell me where the fuck I am!"
"Mr. Cotridge, please keep your voice down." Sean craned his neck trying to see where the voice came from. "Don't move around too much, it will only make everything hurt more."
"Fine, then move so I can see you and I'll stop." A young woman stepped into his field of view. She was tall and slender, but still managed to give an overall impression of voluptuousness. She was wearing dark blue scrubs, her long blonde hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail and her face was free of makeup. Yet, she was still sexy. "Nice. At least if I'm stuck here, I've got good company."
"I'm glad to see you're awake. I'm Lily, your nurse." She gave Sean a smile that while friendly also contained a hint of condescension. "Please feel free to let me know how to make your time with us more pleasant and comfortable."
"Well, to start with, you could..." Lily cut him off with a withering glare. Sean had been attempting to make a rude gesture, but had quickly found that both the cast and the pain had stayed his hand. He cleared his throat and began again. "You could tell me what happened and where the hell I am."
"I would appreciate it if you watched your language." Sean groaned in his mind at her prudishness. "You are in St. Francis hospital. You were brought here after a traumatic vehicular accident. Both of your arms and one of your legs were smashed up. Luckily, nothing else was really damaged. The surgeons worked for a long time to put your limbs back together and with some good rehab you'll get back almost full use of them. The file says that you were run over?" She looked at Sean, waiting for some sort of explanation. All he did was grunt. "Ok. Well, let me know if you need anything." She turned on her heels and walked out of the room.