The next day dawned grey and not a little humid. The summer months were fading fast, and August was at the doorstep. Alex managed to open his encrusted eyes and stare bleerily around the hospital room, a rather familiar sight considering how many he had been in. Sitting up slowly, he looked at his hand and saw that the nurse must have come and replaced his cast with a more breathable cotton bandage. The wounds from the shattered mirror had healed, but some rather nasty scars were already starting to form. Sighing, Alex looked down and saw that, although covered with blankets, he was completely naked. What the hell? Had the nurse figured him an easy target, what with the healthy compliment of pain killers they had been feeding him intravaneously? Alex grimaced, but this was soon replaced by a grin. She had been kind of cute....'No, no, this isn't right. Where the hell are my clothes?' he thought, looking all around the room. The dresser against the far wall caught his eye and he listened intently for anyone coming down the hall. Glancing at the clock, he noticed that it had stopped right when he had fallen alseep. Either that, or he had slept for a solid twelve hours. The second hand was sweeping normally, left to right, and the ticking of the machinery within was pronounced obviously in the quiet of the room.
Standing up slowly, gingerly, Alex let the covers fall and walked cautiously to the dresser, grabbing hold of the wheeled control unit that was powering his IV's. He listened as well as he could for any approaching footsteps, made himself ready for anyone that might want to enter the room, when he heard a well suppressed giggle from behind. Alex froze. 'Oh, shit...oh, shit....who the hell is that?' he thought frantically, more than afraid to turn around and face his voyeur. 'Well, I'll never know unless I look' he thought, and rotated his head slowly to the left, hard over his shoulder, his left eye straining into the farthest corner of the socket to try to glimpse the person. They weren't there, so they must be further to the side. He repeated the movement again, this time to the right, all the while facing away from the ever present feminine giggles. 'Damnit, where the hell is she?' he thought, unable to see anything in the poorly lit room. Finally, he could take no more and he sighed openly, his shoulders rising and falling in defeat.
Steeling himself and putting on his most angry face(he hoped), he turned around and place his hands on his hips, facing the opposite end of the room. "Who's there?" he demanded, his voice quaking slightly in irritation, despite his trying to sound tough. Another round of giggles was his only answer, followed by a faint rustling of fabric. Just as he was about to take a step, two strong, womanly arms wrapped around his front and clasped together, covering his crotch. He felt the warmth of another body, fairly well endowed, pushing up against his back and a soft pair of lips pressing against his neck. Again, Alex froze. His terror now took over completely. Who the hell is this person? What do they want? Is this another sadistic fan, hoping to kill him so that they could be famous? All these questions and more repeated themselves at a frantic pace in his head, bouncing harshly against the inside of his skull. His vision started to tunnel, and he began to hyperventilate. The person behind him giggled again and backed away, sliding her arms erotically up his chest as she started to come around to his front.
"Alex, my dear, calm down. Its just me!" And it was. It was just her. But it couldn't be. She was dead.
Alex began to shake his head stupidly, his mouth dropped open and his eyes wide with confusion and fear.
"Alex, hon, calm down. I know, I shouldn't be here, but I am. I've come to tell you something, my love. I've come to tell you..."
And she was gone. No smoke, no fading image, no clap of thunder. Just gone. Alex collapsed to the floor, shaking in fear and childish confusion. The dream had been one thing. What the hell was this? Had Death found a new, more entertaining way to screw with him? Alex could only shake his head absent mindedly, mumbling incoherently. Just as he was about to scream, the IV control unit emitted a loud beep and he jerked his head up. Alex was back in his bed, eyes encrusted with sleep, clock ticking loudly away to his right, the IV controller beeping that the bag of morphine was empty. Another dream? Or had it been real? God, what is happening to me? Why does all this have to happen to me? Why doesn't HE just kill me, and be done with it? As these questions flowed lazily through his mind, Alex's door opened and in walked a rather shapely nurse, her scrubs fitting nicely to her form and her rear sliding side to side in an obvious representation of her sexuality. She was carrying another IV bag, this one labeled Saline, and was walking silently to his unit. Reaching up, she undid the connection to the spent bag and draped the hose over an extra hook.
She removed the bag and tossed it skillfully into a nearby trash can. Popping out an extra piece of plastic, she placed the bag of Saline onto the hook and reached for the connection tube, which fell to the floor with a slight tapping bounce. Giggling under her breath, the nurse knelt down and retrieved the tube, rising back up slowly and purposefully. Alex was starting to breath a little harder, his arousal getting the best of him as the nurse seemed to be almost dancing in her chore. Just as he was about to say hello, though, the nurse had looked back up and caught his eye. Green. The most beautiful green he had ever seen. He had seen eyes like that before. His breath was now catching in his throat, as his terror from before started to realize again. Winking, the nurse reached up one finely tanned hand and hooked it in her auburn hair, sliding it up and back slowly. She seemed to be moving in slow motion, every single second like a minute. She finished moving her hair behind her ear and looked back up. And there, her one good eye staring intently at him while the other socket remained vacant and hollow, the skin around it pocked or missing entirely was Marylin. Alex screamed.
Standing up slowly, gingerly, Alex let the covers fall and walked cautiously to the dresser, grabbing hold of the wheeled control unit that was powering his IV's. He listened as well as he could for any approaching footsteps, made himself ready for anyone that might want to enter the room, when he heard a well suppressed giggle from behind. Alex froze. 'Oh, shit...oh, shit....who the hell is that?' he thought frantically, more than afraid to turn around and face his voyeur. 'Well, I'll never know unless I look' he thought, and rotated his head slowly to the left, hard over his shoulder, his left eye straining into the farthest corner of the socket to try to glimpse the person. They weren't there, so they must be further to the side. He repeated the movement again, this time to the right, all the while facing away from the ever present feminine giggles. 'Damnit, where the hell is she?' he thought, unable to see anything in the poorly lit room. Finally, he could take no more and he sighed openly, his shoulders rising and falling in defeat.
Steeling himself and putting on his most angry face(he hoped), he turned around and place his hands on his hips, facing the opposite end of the room. "Who's there?" he demanded, his voice quaking slightly in irritation, despite his trying to sound tough. Another round of giggles was his only answer, followed by a faint rustling of fabric. Just as he was about to take a step, two strong, womanly arms wrapped around his front and clasped together, covering his crotch. He felt the warmth of another body, fairly well endowed, pushing up against his back and a soft pair of lips pressing against his neck. Again, Alex froze. His terror now took over completely. Who the hell is this person? What do they want? Is this another sadistic fan, hoping to kill him so that they could be famous? All these questions and more repeated themselves at a frantic pace in his head, bouncing harshly against the inside of his skull. His vision started to tunnel, and he began to hyperventilate. The person behind him giggled again and backed away, sliding her arms erotically up his chest as she started to come around to his front.
"Alex, my dear, calm down. Its just me!" And it was. It was just her. But it couldn't be. She was dead.
Alex began to shake his head stupidly, his mouth dropped open and his eyes wide with confusion and fear.
"Alex, hon, calm down. I know, I shouldn't be here, but I am. I've come to tell you something, my love. I've come to tell you..."
And she was gone. No smoke, no fading image, no clap of thunder. Just gone. Alex collapsed to the floor, shaking in fear and childish confusion. The dream had been one thing. What the hell was this? Had Death found a new, more entertaining way to screw with him? Alex could only shake his head absent mindedly, mumbling incoherently. Just as he was about to scream, the IV control unit emitted a loud beep and he jerked his head up. Alex was back in his bed, eyes encrusted with sleep, clock ticking loudly away to his right, the IV controller beeping that the bag of morphine was empty. Another dream? Or had it been real? God, what is happening to me? Why does all this have to happen to me? Why doesn't HE just kill me, and be done with it? As these questions flowed lazily through his mind, Alex's door opened and in walked a rather shapely nurse, her scrubs fitting nicely to her form and her rear sliding side to side in an obvious representation of her sexuality. She was carrying another IV bag, this one labeled Saline, and was walking silently to his unit. Reaching up, she undid the connection to the spent bag and draped the hose over an extra hook.
She removed the bag and tossed it skillfully into a nearby trash can. Popping out an extra piece of plastic, she placed the bag of Saline onto the hook and reached for the connection tube, which fell to the floor with a slight tapping bounce. Giggling under her breath, the nurse knelt down and retrieved the tube, rising back up slowly and purposefully. Alex was starting to breath a little harder, his arousal getting the best of him as the nurse seemed to be almost dancing in her chore. Just as he was about to say hello, though, the nurse had looked back up and caught his eye. Green. The most beautiful green he had ever seen. He had seen eyes like that before. His breath was now catching in his throat, as his terror from before started to realize again. Winking, the nurse reached up one finely tanned hand and hooked it in her auburn hair, sliding it up and back slowly. She seemed to be moving in slow motion, every single second like a minute. She finished moving her hair behind her ear and looked back up. And there, her one good eye staring intently at him while the other socket remained vacant and hollow, the skin around it pocked or missing entirely was Marylin. Alex screamed.