Well at least it didn't hurt anymore. Enough drugs were pumped into Tim's body to classify him as a walking pharmacy. Lying in the single bed room, at least his insurance was good enough that he didn't have to sleep with another sick person in the bed next to him and deal with whatever family members that might crowd the room of a sick Italian.
How he got to the hospital he couldn't remember. Either that bitch wolf took him here trying to save her own ass after she bit hard enough into his shoulder that he was surprised there was still meat there. It was her or it was an ambulance that had come and picked him up from that parking garage. Whichever it was he wasn't sure, but when he woke up the throbbing pain in his spine was still there. The blood soaked t-shirt was long gone and he was laying shirtless going into a CAT scan terminal with a doctor leaning over him that looked like a much older Antonio Bandardes with graying hairs near his temples. The doctor smelled like he had showered himself in cologne that morning and it was not the best thing for someone with a head wound and a lack of blood to wake up to. Rolling to the edge of the table he vomited on the doctors freshly polished shoes poor guy.
He wasn't on his side for long before they pulled him back injected him with something and started the CAT scan. Before Tim was all the way in he was out of consciousness.
The next time he woke up in this room there was a posse of nurses standing around his bed. Well he assumed they were nurses because they were all female, but one must have been a doctor because she was sewing up the wound in his shoulder. Somewhere down the line he must have been given a bath because he was no longer drenched in blood and his head wasn't throbbing with pain, but that might be due to the mass amounts of drugs that were pumped into his system with the IV. Speaking of tubes they weren't only going in, there was a catheter shoved up his dick and was draining his bladder. What he could do anymore he didn't know, but it was hard to think straight when you are constantly tired.
From what the nurses said he had been in the hospital for a day and when he finally got his phone back there were at least a half dozen messages waiting for him. Well what was he supposed to do now? The calls had come from his employers and who in their right mind would want to employ a cripple model? Shaking his head in discouragement he had really fucked up. Fucking around on Harley, sure he hadn't expected to have this happened, and there had never been a set of "Rules" set up between them, but Harley saw it another way and thus sent him into the hospital.
Ignoring the messages for now he sent a couple messages out to those who he was a little closer with in Rome starting with the one who had put him in the hospital
To Harley. I'm in room 616 not sure how I got here, but I'm bandaged and numb
To Embri. She sent me to the hospital; I hope your doing better then me. In room 616.
To Gina. In the hospital might need a rain check on that portrait. In room 616 if you want to stop by
To Christine. You might be getting off on that promise a little too easily. I'm in the Hospital I am sure it will be a while till they can find a replacement, hope you enjoy the Vacation.
The phone rose to his ear it was time to check the messages. Half ended up being from the pissed off photographer who wasn't going to rest until he could put Tim and Christine together on the same set again. The other half were from his roommate wondering what the hell he had gotten himself into. So the next message was sent to his roommate
In the hospital might be here a while. in room 616 if you need something
The drugs were kicking in again, too disappointed to fight it off his head fell back onto the large pillow that was fluffed up behind his head the drug induced sleep swept over the American again.
Locked away in her hotel room, Embriella sat on the bed with a Loke's lap top set up before her. A pen feverishly scratched across a paper, occasionally leaning to her side to reference a map and the local directory guide.
She hadn't left the hotel today, not since she had the reconstructive procedures to be more accurate. She had been working feverishly since the attack in the alley. She would consider it attack, since she took the brunt of the abuse. Her hand was healing, just a few bruises left to fade. Likewise with her knee, although she kept a knee brace on it for support. Her...other injury was still a work in progress. The area had adequate bloodflow, but lacked any sensation. The surgery site was still swollen and her chest was heavily bandaged. Another couple of days, and she'd remove the bandage and take a look.
Lost amongst the stategic planning she'd emersed herself in, her cell phone would buzz and sing its aria, prompting her attention. She had been dodging calls from the real estate agent even before the incident. Shifting papers around, she would pat her hands around her bed, finally getting a hold of the phone. It was a text.
Her thumb brushing over the key pad as she shifted into the text logs, she arrowed down to read the message. Her lips took a downward angle as his name popped up on the screen. She paused a moment, closing her eyes. She didn't know whether to delete it without reading it, or at least open it and see if it explained anything that happened the other afternoon.
Embriella drew in a deep breath and nudged her thumb into the button under the read option. Eyes shifted over the short message, a confused look befalling that pretty but slightly bruised face. She tossed her phone aside. Not understanding....and then it hit her. Something had obviously happened after she left, and it had happened to Tim.
She reached for her phone quickly, her fingers pulling up Tim's number and hitting dial. She brought the phone to her ear, only to quickly hang up after only one note. She gingerly pulled her good knee to her chest, hugging it softly as she laid the phone down on the bed. After all, it was just sex, right? Should she care about what fate had befallen him? It was obvious to Embriella that he was off limits. She only wished he had come with a WARNING LABEL.
Embriella glanced towards the directory. She took a moment to look up the number for the hospital. She quickly dialed those digits and waited for someone to pick up. In her best American accent, she spoke.
"Yes, hello. I am Doctor Emily Griffen. You currently have one of my patients in your care. Tim Bradford...His medical records were requested? Where do I fax them to. Yes, thank you. Oh, by the way, what is his current condition?" Embriella nodded on the phone, passively making a note on the pad of paper she had near by. Must have gotten an intern of a new nurse, because the information just kept coming. She didn't even have to provide any sort of validating credentials. Piece of cake. "Yes, thank you, his records should be coming through momentarily. Good Bye."
She let the phone slip from her hands as she scratched the pen around the words spinal cord injury. She shook her head slowly, her fingers twirling the pen a moment before grinding her teeth together, forcively pushing everything off the bed, sending the laptop sliding off the bed to the floor with a thud, papers strewn everywhere. Embriella reached out and slammed the button to turn off the light and raked the covers over her head.
Gina was in such a great mood, been within her studio all day creating. Who would have thought that a new inspiration would motive her to finally start painting again. The scene she created was obviously one she will keep for her private viewing and she was not going to stop till it was finished. Being one of those pieces that it would be hard to stop and break from and come back to. Soo it took her way into the evening before she was finished. Brushing her hands on her bibs that have seen better days and covered in paint from the years of wear. The black wife beater under it however, was perfectly clean. She moved through the false door and back in the apartment to get a bottle of water when something was annoyingly buzzing. It was the kind of noise that was like nails on the chalkboard for the sloth.
Looking around and under a pile of pillows until she found the culprit, her cellphone. the buzzing was the vibration indicating a new message coming through..... "In the hospital might need a rain check on that portrait. In room 616 if you want to stop by"
That message sent her jaw to open and her butt to the couch. No way! She sat her phone down and raced into her room, stripping out of the bibs and tossing them in her bathtub to go and slip her faded Levi's on and black suede boots. A cardigan in emerald green was tossed on and left untied. Her cell was snatched with her keys and her coat was slipped on and leaving her apartment. It was less then 15 minutes did Gina arrive to the vistor's parking lot. Too many thoughts ran through her mind. 'Pon getting there, she used her best to break the language barrier and try out her rusty italian. She clipped the vistors tag on and proceeded to the gift shop. A black and white cuddily stuffed bear was purchased as well as a fresh floral arrangement. She headed to the elevators and selected the 6th floor. Lost in her own thoughts before the ding brought her back to where she was and stepped out to follow the signs for Rm 616.
She found it and he had a room alone. Slipping in he was asleep and she carefully placed the flowers down and the bear, she placed on the nightstand to face him. It was something cute but also without realizing she selected a bear close to her own beast but that was something he didn't know. Coat was shrugged off and draped the back of the chair. Slowly she looked over him as her arms crossed her chest and so was unsure what happened but the familiarity of Loke's scent on him had her eyes narrowing and her mind wondering how her scent was there. There was another on him, strong and the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Something about it spooked the bear within. So much that Gina didn't realize she had taken a step back from him. Slowly she sat in the chair and crossed her legs. She felt the sense of pain making the beast whince and making Gina worried on what occurred in the past 24 hours to get him here.
Damn Loke, it would have been easy pie to knock the bitch wolf around but nooo, she had to go all pussy on her and call Ash.. Really what the fuck was up with that?.. Just when it was getting good to, she would have loved to get the numbers of those other two.. The one dressed like something out of a magazine and the one whom she had the divine pleasure of ripping a nipple off of. A smirk could not help but take her mouth as she recalled in her mind the way the little woman screamed out.. Ooh how it gave her shivers and had the red head wanting to get another taste of that action. Sadly though she had no way of contacting her so it looked as if that hot number would have to wait. Oh well, onto business though it wasn't all business since Harley loved to mix the two together, business and pleasure.
A yawn escaped her as she leaned into a phone booth searching the yellow pages for a listing of hospitals knowing after Tim's sudden snap of the spine he would most likely be put there. Unless Loke carried him off to the dog pound to breed and make him her new puppy. Who knew for sure, Harley though of course like always had interior motives for most of what she did. Not ALL but most yes, though this seemed to be taking forever. Groaning she tossed the book down and was fully prepared to say the hell with it but luck was with the serpent today because her obedient little fuck buddy sent her a text..
A brow arched as she pulled the phone out and looked over it.. Interesting..room 616 alright then, she didn't send a response back. Pushing the phone down the front of her habbit she made her way down the street and had to suppress a laugh or two at the faces of a few onlookers. Harley was dressed in a black and white nun habbit. Face was clean of all make up and hanging from her neck was a cross. She was the picture perfect image of a true holy believer and once she made her way toward the hospital doors a few people from with in rushed to hold the door open. The red head smiled softly before whispering back to them..
" God bless you "..
A child waiting at the elevator took one look at her and started crying. Amused Harley lowered a hand down to touch upon the girls head but the girl jerked out of her reach. A tsk was delivered with a pout of her lips before Harley lowered to her knees all lady like and motioned for the girl to come over. The child hesitated but then came over and that is when Harley leaned in to whisper..
" It's not nice to disrespect someone who works for the devil"
The girl looked to her with wide eyes before mumbling..
" But you are dressed in god's clothing"
" Yes my dear it's because hell has offically frozen under "
"But...but...I..."
" Do me a favor sweetheart?. "
" Yes sister?.."
" Come with me to see a friend?"
"Ok"
And with that said the little girl took a hold of Harley's hand and together they got onto the elevator. Seconds later they exited and carefully made their way by the nurse's desk and once they reached Tim's door Harley paused and smiled to the girl.
" Thank you for showing me the way "
The girl nodded and then took off in a mad dash down the hallway. A roll of dark coals was given, the girl had been used as a decoy to slip past the nurse but now play time was over and it was time for the adults to have a chat. So with out further adu she eased quietly into the room and was immediately assaulted by the smell of bear?. What in hell?. Apparently the man whore got around more then she did, perhaps she should really considered getting the puppy neutered. The boa curled up before then slithering across the room to circle that of the bear, Harley turned to look at Gina. A soft smile was gifted to her as she headed over to greet the pretty little woman, a wave was offered as Harley totally played the part of a nice well mannered nun.
" Hello, has the dear man awoken yet?. I came to pray for him"..
She then turned from Gina making her way back toward the bed, the boa fast on Harley's heels. Brushing along her for a moment before then wrapping it's self up and dipping beneath the habit. It looked like Tim was still asleep so Harley paused at the bed to give him a once over look. It seemed Loke hadn't infected him but then again it was to soon to really tell, either way in the end Loke would be punished for doing something that was a definite NO NO .. Something to the left caught her attention so she turned to look at the bear and flowers. Oh how lovely!, a hand struck out to retrieve the flowers. Smiling ever so softly she brought it up to inhale it's fragrance clearly offering up a nice show of play for Gina.
" These sure smell pretty, though they lack the smell of ...pussy that usually surrounds this devil whore of a man here"
She shook her head and crossed herself before going on..
" Please god!, have mercy on his sorry excuse for a pathetic soul!"
Laughter bubbled up and this time she didn't dare hide it. The stuffed bear was pressed down on Tim's crotch, the ass brushing the usual throbbing member. She made it ride up and down on Tim as she addressed Gina..
" You know he probably like this better if it had a hole in it you know?.. Better yet you could just come on over here and give him the real deal"..
A wink followed by a wiggle of eyebrows.
" Chick a Chicka BOW WOW..."
She brought the bear up and using her teeth she tore the fucker's head off and tossed the body over at Gina. Then took one of the flowers and caressed the blossum over Tim's cheek. Her free hand was tracing circles along his chest..
" Wake up Timmy, I'd offer to wake up your other Timmy as well but that thing may not arise for awhile"..
Hand came up to rip the head dress off spilling that devil cherry red hair out. She then lowered her head to press a kiss to his lip as she took to climbing up on the bed to straddle herself backwards over him. Smirking she looked to Gina before speaking..
" It's a shame, I bet you would have loved this one!..You seem like a squealer to me and you smell of pack?.. You can thank Loke for this you know?.. She had a bit of a fit while trying to fight some woman that she knocked Tim back when he tried to help the woman. Isn't that terrible?.. Apparently the woman didn't know her own strength.. Though if he comes out of this then you could always try this you know?.."
She pretended to fuck him by hopping up and down on him. Damn those drugs were effective on the shit head weren't they?. But her thoughts got interrupted because the door opened and in walked a head nurse. The nurse's face went white as a ghost as she took in the sight of the nun having intercourse with one of her patients!.. She let out a scream and Harley winked to her whispering something along the lines of get in line sweet cakes and I will get to showing you some mercy when I am done here..
The woman turned running back out into the hallway shouting for security, well now it seemed more of her fun was spoiled so Harley jumped off of Tim and made her way over to Tim's phone, flipping the lid back she browsed the contacts, at the same time she moved to lock the door. Pounding came as well as angry shouts but Harley ignored them until she came to a certain female's name.
" There you are one nipple, exxxcellent..."
Her head cocked to the sounds at the door, she rolled her eyes again and then yelled out in her best faked panicked voice.
" Don't interrupt!, the man has a demon inside and I am trying to do a exorcism. I was nearing the conclusion moments earlier when that nurse came in. Now I have to re ride the mother fucker.. Er..I mean poor lost soul?."
Oh well the game was done and Harley had got what she came for, brushing past Tim she whispered something about paying him a later visit and then moved to the window. Yanking it open she began to sing a song out loudly as she took her leave.
" Yes.... Jesus LOVES me...yes Jesus LOVES me.. Cause the bible tells me sooooOO!!..."
Laughter echoed then died off as Harley carefully made her way around and then into another window. Heading out of the room she caught sight of them busting into the one she had vacated. Tim's phone was flipped open once more as she got onto the elevator. Click click..ah ha!.. There it was, the send button was pushed.. As she waited she wondered if the papers got wind of this what they would say?..It be interesting that was for damn sure.
Gina was more than content with her legs tucked under her chin in the chair. The beeps of the machines and soft snoring coming from the bed was a bit relaxing and she didn't mind much. The sloth within yawned and laid it's head back in it's paws to fall back asleep and way too lazy.
That is until internal alarms went off and the sudden change in temp drew her attention after the Nun made her way in the room. Soften smile was given back to her but something......something seemed off. Still she raised her hand and waved back only to shake her head in response to her question. "No he hasn't." there was a chill in the air and strong power flux that made Gina shiver. Sloth lazily watched and when that boa slithered towards the bed, Gina gasped and all coloring to her face drained. Snake! Deathly fear of them and she sat perfectly still. Watched with miminial blinking. The bear of her was dry humping Tim and the head ripped off. Heart was beating so fast and so loud she barely heard the red head's words. When she climbed up Tim to straddle him backwards, Gina watched still unable to move and the red head swiped his phone and was more self engrossed and left the room. Tears started to fall and a entourage of people came barreling in the room demanding her questions left and right. Gina finally unlatched herself from the chair. Spoke that the nun grabbed his phone and left and where she was heading to, Gina didn't know. They were not too happy with the lack of information but she left her name and number behind in case they her to answer more. The head of the bear was swiped from the floor as the body was to. She reached the bed and kissed Tim's forehead and whispered, "Sorry I couldn't stay. I'll come back another time. Soon though." Grabbing her coat Gina was immediately out of the Hospital and driving to a alterations shop to get the bear fixed and then it was off to her apartment. All the while still freaking out over the red head.
Drug induced sleep usually left the mind to wander to bring out the thoughts of the deeper sub concious, but no matter what was going on in his head what he awoke to was exponentially darker and more sadistic then his own mind could have dreamed up. That could have been the reason Harley interested him so, the red headed slut was forceful, demanding, deadly and not to mention as completely addicting as crack. Just like any drug it found ways to ruin your life, and Harley was no exception.
Waking up to a stuffed bear slammed into his crotch ridding the catheterized shaft like Harley was trying to stuff it back into his stomach. Dark brown eyes drowsy from the sedatives rolled up to the face of the one who was shoving that stuffed bear, the one he had no recognition of into his crotch. Harley, she had come back, but why he was not sure. The nuns outfit, although kinky, threw him for a loop.
She was talking, to who? The desire to find the answer swivled his head against the pillow just enough time to see the head of the bear land in Gina's petrified lap. She was paralyzed by the presance of the snake, luckily for her that would wear off. Soft caresses of silken flower petals across the smooth shaven cheek, something a nurse must have done, and the pressure of nails that could be used as daggers sliding across the thin gown that covered the firm swells of his pectorals the muscles that tensed under her touch from a mixture of fear and excitement.
Harley's kiss brought him from the daze brought his head up off the pillow enough to press against the lips that demanded his attention. There was no talking from the semi concious Tim who laid still when the red head dressed ironically in the nuns outfit stradled him and bounced up and down so furiously on him that it had the sturdy hospital bed shaking, and monitors all around him going off. A screaming female, a face hidden from him by Harley's back, must have set off the alarm that caused the red head to steal his phone and flee.
The shouting from outside the door mixed with Harley's words as she proclaimed the childs song in her devilsh tone. She had his phone and all he could do was reach after her when she escaped. The promise to be back lingered in his ears as the door bust open. Questions and shouting errupted around him and someone stuck something in the IV that knocked him out cold.
Harley's visit left a few brusies on his hips that he could have done nothing to avoid, the taste of her on his lips and the memories of a promise, all of those a catalyst to sinful dreams that filled his mind.
Gina's sweet words and the kiss on his forehead brought a reflexive smile to his cheeks. If Tim would have been awake he would have apologized, told her to stay away till he got out of the hospital. It was becoming clear those around him weren't safe, that even he wasn't safe, and that in the true fashion of a drug addict. Tim would only continue to make it worse chasing after that red headed drug that had just about killed him.