Post by Mimi on Aug 18, 2006 10:02:38 GMT -5
“Doc, honey, please wake up. I need you.” John whispered in Marlena’s ear as he gently rubbed her hair with his hand. She had to be okay. “Come on Doc. I know that you’re in there. Please wake up.” John continued to stroke her hair gently. He leaned down and placed his lips against her neck, breathing in her scent. He felt her the steady beat of her pulse against his lips. She was alive and she would be okay, he kept telling himself over and over.
A team of emergency room doctors met the helicopter on the roof of the building. John emerged from the helicopter with his wife in his arms. “Mr. Black, we’ll take her from you.” a young doctor said as he gestured toward the gurney next to the helicopter. “No. I’m going to carry her.” John said as he walked toward the roof top entrance to the hospital. “Mr. Black, it will be quicker this way.” “No, I said I’ll carry her.” John proceeded to walk toward the stairs. “If you insist.” The young doctor led the way into the building. John followed the team of doctors into the ER and gently laid Marlena down on the table they told him to. The silence of the walk down to the ER was interrupted will all kinds of activity. Doctors and other medical personnel seemed to appear out of nowhere, hooking Marlena up to all kinds of machines. John stood by silently, helpless, holding her hand. “Mr. Black, would you mind leaving the room for a little while, until she is stable?” An older nurse asked. “I’m not going anywhere.” John replied, his eyes never leaving Marlena’s face. “There’s paperwork that needs to be filled out…” “Dr. North knows her medical history, have him do it.” John replied. The team of doctors passed a few looks between themselves, realizing that Mr. Black wouldn’t be leaving his wife’s side anytime soon. “If you want to stay, fine, but you’ll need to stand over there in the corner, out of the way.” A man with the nametag of Dr. Carter, said to John pointing to the corner where John was expected to wait. John reluctantly let go of Marlena’s hand and leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips before he took moved to the corner of the room as requested. No sooner had John left her side, than one of the doctors started undressing her. Alex North briskly walked into the room and stopped dead in his tracks at the site of Marlena lying in the hospital bed in nothing but a rose colored bra. John quickly walked in front of him blocking his view. “Dr. North. It’s not necessary for you to be in here. They need you to fill out paperwork on what the hell happened to her up at the cabin.” John said with venom as he escorted Alex by the arm out of the room. Dr. North reluctantly left the room, sensing from the tone in John’s voice this was a battle that he wouldn’t win. John was beyond pissed that Dr. North even dared to enter Marlena’s room. He was the one that put her in this condition. The last thing her needed was the world renowned expert on amnesia cases gawking at his wife’s breasts. Fucking dolt.
When John returned, a nurse had just finished removing Marlena’s pants. John opened his mouth and shut it quickly. There was nothing to be said. He had the most fucking gorgeous wife in the universe. Large breasts, tiny waist, and legs that seemed to go on forever. God had blessed him. Only problem was that the occupant of the perfect body wasn’t home. He internally chastised himself for sexualizing Marlena when she was unconscious. He couldn’t help himself. He physically ached when he was near her. He physically reacted to her presence like he had for no other woman. The nurse grabbed a gown for to cover Marlena before she cut through the front of her bra to remove it. John gulped when he saw Marlena lying naked from the waist up. No matter how many times he had seen her naked, it was always like the first time to him. John felt himself growing hard. He couldn’t believe that he was having sexual feelings for her. What kind of man was he? Sex should be the last thing on his mind. He should be frantic with concern about her condition. A nurse with a clipboard of consent forms, brought John out of his funk. “Please sign these.” “What are they for?” “They’re for her treatment. This one here is for surgical consent.” “No way in hell.” John said shaking his head. “You just need to give her something to undo whatever it was that Dr. North did to her. No way are you going to cut her open. She has been through enough.” “Mr. Black, I understand your concern. This is more or less a standard form. Many times when someone undergoes treatment, the need for surgery arises. Precious time is lost if we have to find the responsible party to sign a form.” The nurse hated when the family of patients questioned the course of treatment. “I’m going to take that chance. I won’t be leaving her side until she wakes up. You can bet on that.” “Take the chance on what?” Dr. North asked as he walked into the room. John could not believe the nerve for Dr. North. He needed to go away forever. “Surgery. Not that it is any of your business. What the hell did you do to her? Why isn’t she waking up?” “The doctors are checking for a medication interaction right now. They are giving her some medication to counteract the sedative. If that doesn’t work, we’ll look for a psychological reason.” “There is no we, pal.” John hissed. “You’re involvement in my wife’s care is over. You did this to her.” John said as he poked Alex’s chest with his finger. “I understand your feelings John. However, I have made great progress with Marlena’s care. To stop treatment now, could jeopardize the recovery of her full memory.” “Pal, that is a chance I am willing to take.” “Gentleman, please take your argument outside of this room.” Dr. Carter said from Marlena’s bedside where he was administering the counteractive drug. Both men looked at Dr. Carter as Marlena began to stir. “John,” Marlena whispered.
A team of emergency room doctors met the helicopter on the roof of the building. John emerged from the helicopter with his wife in his arms. “Mr. Black, we’ll take her from you.” a young doctor said as he gestured toward the gurney next to the helicopter. “No. I’m going to carry her.” John said as he walked toward the roof top entrance to the hospital. “Mr. Black, it will be quicker this way.” “No, I said I’ll carry her.” John proceeded to walk toward the stairs. “If you insist.” The young doctor led the way into the building. John followed the team of doctors into the ER and gently laid Marlena down on the table they told him to. The silence of the walk down to the ER was interrupted will all kinds of activity. Doctors and other medical personnel seemed to appear out of nowhere, hooking Marlena up to all kinds of machines. John stood by silently, helpless, holding her hand. “Mr. Black, would you mind leaving the room for a little while, until she is stable?” An older nurse asked. “I’m not going anywhere.” John replied, his eyes never leaving Marlena’s face. “There’s paperwork that needs to be filled out…” “Dr. North knows her medical history, have him do it.” John replied. The team of doctors passed a few looks between themselves, realizing that Mr. Black wouldn’t be leaving his wife’s side anytime soon. “If you want to stay, fine, but you’ll need to stand over there in the corner, out of the way.” A man with the nametag of Dr. Carter, said to John pointing to the corner where John was expected to wait. John reluctantly let go of Marlena’s hand and leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips before he took moved to the corner of the room as requested. No sooner had John left her side, than one of the doctors started undressing her. Alex North briskly walked into the room and stopped dead in his tracks at the site of Marlena lying in the hospital bed in nothing but a rose colored bra. John quickly walked in front of him blocking his view. “Dr. North. It’s not necessary for you to be in here. They need you to fill out paperwork on what the hell happened to her up at the cabin.” John said with venom as he escorted Alex by the arm out of the room. Dr. North reluctantly left the room, sensing from the tone in John’s voice this was a battle that he wouldn’t win. John was beyond pissed that Dr. North even dared to enter Marlena’s room. He was the one that put her in this condition. The last thing her needed was the world renowned expert on amnesia cases gawking at his wife’s breasts. Fucking dolt.
When John returned, a nurse had just finished removing Marlena’s pants. John opened his mouth and shut it quickly. There was nothing to be said. He had the most fucking gorgeous wife in the universe. Large breasts, tiny waist, and legs that seemed to go on forever. God had blessed him. Only problem was that the occupant of the perfect body wasn’t home. He internally chastised himself for sexualizing Marlena when she was unconscious. He couldn’t help himself. He physically ached when he was near her. He physically reacted to her presence like he had for no other woman. The nurse grabbed a gown for to cover Marlena before she cut through the front of her bra to remove it. John gulped when he saw Marlena lying naked from the waist up. No matter how many times he had seen her naked, it was always like the first time to him. John felt himself growing hard. He couldn’t believe that he was having sexual feelings for her. What kind of man was he? Sex should be the last thing on his mind. He should be frantic with concern about her condition. A nurse with a clipboard of consent forms, brought John out of his funk. “Please sign these.” “What are they for?” “They’re for her treatment. This one here is for surgical consent.” “No way in hell.” John said shaking his head. “You just need to give her something to undo whatever it was that Dr. North did to her. No way are you going to cut her open. She has been through enough.” “Mr. Black, I understand your concern. This is more or less a standard form. Many times when someone undergoes treatment, the need for surgery arises. Precious time is lost if we have to find the responsible party to sign a form.” The nurse hated when the family of patients questioned the course of treatment. “I’m going to take that chance. I won’t be leaving her side until she wakes up. You can bet on that.” “Take the chance on what?” Dr. North asked as he walked into the room. John could not believe the nerve for Dr. North. He needed to go away forever. “Surgery. Not that it is any of your business. What the hell did you do to her? Why isn’t she waking up?” “The doctors are checking for a medication interaction right now. They are giving her some medication to counteract the sedative. If that doesn’t work, we’ll look for a psychological reason.” “There is no we, pal.” John hissed. “You’re involvement in my wife’s care is over. You did this to her.” John said as he poked Alex’s chest with his finger. “I understand your feelings John. However, I have made great progress with Marlena’s care. To stop treatment now, could jeopardize the recovery of her full memory.” “Pal, that is a chance I am willing to take.” “Gentleman, please take your argument outside of this room.” Dr. Carter said from Marlena’s bedside where he was administering the counteractive drug. Both men looked at Dr. Carter as Marlena began to stir. “John,” Marlena whispered.
