The next night I reported for duty, but I had brought something for Jenny. I couldn't even begin to imagine the living hell she was going through; completely awake and aware of her surroundings, but unable to move. I've experienced this a time or two with sleep paralysis, but it passes within a few minutes, and once I can move something, I keep kicking or flailing until I wake up. Jenny didn't have that option. She was stuck in perpetual sleep paralysis, and I was determined to help her get through it as best I could.
I had crossed the line when I had sex with her, I will admit that. In the eyes of the law, it was considered rape, but since she had agreed to it, it really wasn't; at least in my eyes anyway. It was a huge gray area that perhaps in the future, might be exposed for more black and white aspects. In the meantime, I was aware that she was aware, and I wanted to make her misery as comfortable as possible.
"Hey Jack." Laura greeted me. "Ready for Night Number Two?"
"I am!" I replied cheerfully.
"Miss your girlfriend?" she inquired with a smirk. "Whatcha got in the bag?"
"A book, a CD player and some CDs." I replied.
"That boring, huh?" she responded. "I'm glad you can keep yourself occupied. I just keep the TV on."
"Oh, these are for Jenny." I said, slipping up big time. "I'm going to read to her and play some music. She likes rock."
Laura frowned.
"Are you still convinced she can hear you?" she asked disdainfully. "Really Jack, why don't you just do your job like everyone else?"
I shrugged.
"I guess I'm not like everyone else." I replied. "Anyway, you know where I'll be if a call comes in."
I started to walk down the hall, when Laura called out.
"Come back here!"
I turned around and retraced my steps.
"Look," she said sternly, "you seem like a nice guy, but if you keep this up, I won't be able to cover for you. You aren't worth my job, you understand me?"
I clenched my teeth, causing the muscles in my jaw to bulge out. If there is one thing you don't ever ask me, it's if I understand. I'm not a dog. With an IQ of 138, I understand quite well. In fact, I probably understand a lot better than you do, thank you very much.
I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, doing my best to keep my temper in check. I looked Laura squarely in the eye and set my bag on her desk.
"Do you know what I did before I took this job?" I inquired.
"What?" she responded sarcastically.
"I delivered newspapers." I replied.
Laura rolled her eyes dramatically.
"Wonderful!" she exclaimed. "How nice for you."
"It was." I said casually, now that my initial anger had passed. "And every now and then, some housewife would point to me and say to her kid something like, 'if you don't stay in school, that's what you'll end up doing,' or some other bullshit. You know what I would say?"
"Indulge me." Laura said in a very bored voice. "I'm all ears."
"I would say," I continued, "'Yes, it's true I graduated high school and did not go on to college, but in the meantime, I became a TV star, a published author and a politician. So, if you don't want to go to college, don't. Do what you feel is right.' The bitch would always huff up and tell me to stop lying, so I'd just hand her one of my business cards. Like this."
At that point, I thrust one into Laura's smug face. She took it, and her expression suddenly changed. It featured an older head shot of me in my heyday, and listed me as an actor, author, public speaker and politician. It also gave a link to my IMDb page.
"Anyone can have these made up." she sputtered. "This means nothing."
"Look up my IMDb listing." I said coolly. "And then look me up as a political candidate. I know just about every representative and senator in this state and a dozen more. My problem is that I just don't know what I want to do with my life; I get bored very easily. I do know this, however, so pay attention. I have taken a special interest in Jenny; that's Miss Nobody to you, but her name is Jenny, and she is fully aware of her surroundings.
"Your staff has ignored her, and as you admitted, you all know she can hear. Have you ever had any interaction with her?"
"That's none of your business!" Laura snapped.
"It will be when she wakes up and starts recounting who knew what, and did nothing to try and help her get through the sheer boredom she's been experiencing. Look, you're my immediate supervisor and you seem pretty nice, so I'd like to keep you out of the coals here. Don't look away from me when I'm talking to you! Look at me, Laura. Do I look like a pushover to you? Do you understand that when Jenny wakes up, I'm going to contact every politician and news crew that I know? Do you want to go down with them?"
Laura was silent and sullen for about thirty seconds, before replying.
"No."
"Good! Then start recording everything I report to you." I advised. "You may be my supervisor, but I'm going to handle this situation the way I see fit. When this is all over, heads are probably going to roll. Stick with me, and you'll probably get a promotion. Now, I'm going to visit with Jenny. In the meantime, feel free to look me up online. Oh, here's a couple of TV commercials and a music video I starred in too."
I scribbled the info onto the notepad that was laying on the counter, and dropped it onto her desk, leaving Laura slack jawed in response.
"I'll see you soon."
"I could have you fired!" she called after me.
"You could," I replied over my shoulder, "but I don't think you will, particularly after you Google my name."
I turned and strode down the hall to Jenny's room. I opened the door and knocked twice.
"Knock, knock!" I called out, as I shut the door behind me. "It's me, Jenny."
She immediately began puffing, and I hurried to her side.
"It's okay!" I said soothingly, as I took her hand in mine. "It's me, Honey. I'm here. Relax, Sweetheart. I'm here."
I leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. She knew it was me!
"Oh, Pretty Girl." I murmured. "I missed you."
She puffed twice, and I knew she had missed me too.
"I brought a book to read to you." I said happily. "Would you like me to read to you, Jenny?"
Two puffs, so I opened the book and began reading to her. It was a detective story, but she took a deep breath and sighed loudly; her code for happiness. It was probably the first time anyone had taken the time to try and ease her boredom. I couldn't even begin to try and comprehend how horrible it must have been for her, to lay there for two years; unable to speak or move, yet be fully conscious and aware of her surroundings. It must have been a literal living hell for her.
An hour or so later I got a code to check on the elderly and quite possibly-insane, Miss Lottie. I was definitely NOT looking forward to interacting with her again, but I had no choice in the matter. At least I didn't have to deal with her during the day when she was typically awake though, so I'd just have to suffer though her antics for awhile. Hopefully, it would be something quick and simple, and I could get back to Jenny again.
"I have to go check on someone." I said to her quietly. "I'll be back as quick as I can, though. I'll put a CD in the player while I'm gone though, okay?"
Jenny puffed twice in reply, and I left to check on the old bag. I knocked on Lottie's door and entered. She immediately recognized me and placed her hands on her hips.
"Hello again, Sonny Boy." she said with a smirk. "I was wondering why I hadn't seen you."
"Hello Lottie." I replied. "What do you need?"
She smiled rather evilly at me for a few seconds, as she was thinking about something inside that warped brain of hers.
"Well, I was cold." she answered. "So I need another blanket."
"Okay," I responded, "I'll be right back."
"Not so fast there, Sonny Boy." she continued. "Now that I see it's you that's going to be taking care of me at night, I've decided I want to take a shower. In fact, I'm going to change my schedule, so that I take one EVERY night from here on out. What do you think of that, Sonny Boy?"
I was getting irritated with her continued use of that term.
"My name is Jack." I informed her. "Not Sonny Boy. Please do not refer to me as that again. Thank you."
Lottie was obviously taken aback at my attitude. Apparently, no one had ever talked back to her before. What the hell was wrong with the staff at this hospital? I didn't have long to wait, however, before she responded in kind.
"Okay Jack." she countered. "I won't call you that again, but I still want to take my shower every night."
"That's great." I said, shrugging my shoulders. "Do whatever you want. It doesn't affect me."
"I need supervision." she said smugly. "I might fall. You have to watch me the whole time. You have to help me into the shower, and watch me the whole time in case I fall. Then, you have to help me back to bed."
She grinned at me and waited for my response.
"Okay." I said casually. "Go ahead and take your gown off, then. I'll be more than happy to watch you take a shower, Lottie. In fact, I'll get off on it; those sexy, saggy titties of yours, mmm. I'll bet they hang by your waist, don't they?"
Lottie stared at me in disbelief. This was definitely NOT the response she was expecting. She was used to everyone kissing her ass on the day shift, but that wasn't about to happen with me. I had better things to do than to play her games; namely taking care of Jenny.
"Drop it!" I commanded. "Take that gown off now!"
Lottie's jaw dropped in surprise, but she did as she was told. She untied the back of her gown and pulled it off of her, casting it onto the bed. I looked at her shriveled, unclothed body and nodded. As I had surmised, her deflated tits hung to her waist, framing either side of her wildly hairy gray cunt, with nipples that were at least as long as my thumbs.
I had masturbated many times to pictures on the Internet, of wrinkly old women like her, but this was the first time I'd ever seen tits like that in person. Why their nipples get so long and huge is beyond me, but I wasn't going to question the moment. I could feel my cock stiffening, as I gawked at her nude body.
"Let's get you into that shower!" I instructed, leading her by the hand into her bathroom.
