"He's been out too long. Why isn't he awake? Oh my god," said the woman in paramedic attire.
"Stop it," the other female said sternly. "I know what I'm doing. Every person reacts differently to the drug. I had to re-dose him several times. It's a short-acting drug."
"You're just a surgical tech. You've never put someone under," the paramedic started crying.
"Look I know what I'm doing! All his vitals are fine. He's fine. Pull your shit together!"
As the two women exchanged words, blue-grey eyes fluttered, trying to open. The long strawberry blonde eyelashes looked like butterflies that couldn't quite take flight. "What the f…" Sheamus said breathing heavily. "I'm … what the … please."
The two women stopped arguing and ran towards the hospital bed. Ellen, the surgical technician was in awe as is if a mystical creature was coming to life before them.
His eyes still opened and closed as total consciousness was just out of reach. He saw two females standing over him but was too disoriented to even understand why.
"Hi. I just love you!" gushed Misty, the paramedic.
In a calm voice, Ellen told her, "Shut the fuck up. You sound like Kathy Bates in the movie 'Misery'. Are you trying to scare him to death?"
The two women became a blur and then he sank into total blackness.
"Well, I told you I knew what I was doing," Ellen said arrogantly to Misty. "His vitals are all normal. He's just sleeping off the rest."
The girls looked to the hospital bed. Their "patient", Sheamus was properly hooked to all necessary monitoring devices. Ellen's extensive knowledge within the hospital had made sure he was being cared for as well as any patient who came through Mercy East's doors. He looked like any other patient except for the fact that he was a pro-wrestler that weighed around 260 pounds and was well over 6-feet tall; not to mention a pale, red-haired Irish wrestler at that. The strong leather restraints she'd managed to take from the hospital's psychiatric unit bound him at the wrists and ankles; he was now the captive of the two women.
Misty seemed to snap out of her star struck stupor and said, "How the fuck did we do this?" She smiled slyly.
"Because we are so fucking good," her partner in crime replied and gave Misty a quick kiss on the lips. Misty leaned in wanting more. Ellen eased her away, "Not now." Misty looked at the floor feeling a bit hurt.