The Morgue
As the sound of the alarm went off SaVannah rolled over and reached to shut it off, trying to focus in the afternoon sunlight streaming though the window of her bedroom. "What a night, hmm, what am I saying, what a morning!" she thought to herself as she lay staring at the clock. "I sure hope that state trouper wasn't to upset about his car..." her thoughts drifted off again as she yawed and shook her head. Stretching she moaned, and felt a sharp stab of pain. After another try at moving, another stab of pain ran though her leg. Damn, I must have sprained something when we hit that hill." She rubbed her leg and groaned. "Well Missy, let's see if you can stand." Sitting up she placed her feet on the floor and tried to stand. "Ouch, damn that hurts! Well so much for heels today." As she limped over to her closet a wave of pain almost caused her to fall. Dressing was tedious, as were the stairs to the ground floor. Once down she could barely hold back the tears from the pain, so she grabbed her keys and headed slowly to her little red Maserati in the drive way. "Oh this ought to be fun, every break and I'll be screaming in pain, wonder if running stop lights is allowed when this happens.." She giggled slightly trying to block out the stabbing sensations in her leg. Starting the car, she headed to the County Hospital. Once there she entered the emergency room and stood at the admitting desk.
"Can I help you miss?" A short stubby woman in her early 50's asked as she begrudgingly looked up from the glamour magazine she was reading from behind the desk.
SaVannah smiled weakly and motioned to her leg as she spoke, "I seem to have injured my leg this morning, it's hurting really bad" She grimaced a bit more than was necessary, hoping the woman would put down the magazine and do her job.
Grimace didn't work, as the stubby woman was already engrossed on page 114 "How to look like a model, and find love at any age", but she did hold out a pencil and a clipboard with several pieces of paper attached to it. "Fill these out and a nurse will be with you shortly," she mumbled without ever looking back up at SaVannah.
SaVannah hobbled over to a chair and took a seat, filling out the 6 pages of truly unnecessary hospital policy garbage, but it did kill time and helped her stay focused off her pain. "Hmm, maybe that's why they give you all this paper work, keeps your mind off killing the stubby woman behind the desk pondering how she can go from an ugly duckling to the..." Her thoughts were interrupted as she heard her name being called.
"SaVannah? Is there a SaVannah here?" The nurse was a nice looking young man, in his late 20's. Medium height, with a nice build. His sandy blonde hair pulled back in a pony tail. Just a shadow of hair on his chin. Seemed a bit slow though, as SaVannah was the only person in the waiting area.
"I'm SaVannah, can you help me please, I could use a hand, this leg is really starting to hurt again." She looked up at him with her big blue eyes, her lips pouting slightly as she rubbed the side of her leg. Her short dress today really added a nice touch.giving way to a nice view of her long silky legs. She held out her hand, waiting for his leer to give way to the trained professional bored look once again. It did so in just under 58 seconds. "Hmm, might have a new record here, guess this red dress was a good choice after all" she mused to herself with a slight grin.
"Okay Miss, I'm nurse Glasson, let's get you back to an exam room and see just what we are dealing with. Some x-rays might be necessary also." He took her by the hand and let her lean on his shoulder back to the exam room. Once inside he helped her up on the examination table. "Well let's have a look shall we. Where exactly does it hurt Miss?" The leer came back, all professionalism gone again for the moment. "How did you say you hurt your leg?"
"It's this one Nurse Glasson, the right one. See there it's kind of puffy and swollen around my knee." SaVannah lightly ran her hand across her knee and just for effect and lack of anything better to do, slid it up slowly across her inner thigh, before placing it back beside her on the table. Her eyes watching his every move, and keeping a check on the giggles that wanted to escape her lips. The pain in her leg was a big help in that respect. Her mind was so busy, the nurse, Lord Soth, and that damn pain in her leg. Still she had time to amuse herself, what a woman she again mused to herself. "I hurt it on a Harley this morning, at least that's what I figure must have happened. I don't think it was the sex afterwards, or even before, so it must have been that hill we hit that banged it up. Didn't even notice it until I woke up this afternoon." She watched him as she spoke, noticing his hands were smooth, and his fingers were quite slim and long. Could have been a piano player in a lounge she thought to herself. Of course if she had of been studying his face she would have seen the baffled look he gave her when she mentioned the sex part. But she didn't, as his hands were most interesting to her at that moment in time.
"Ahh, I see, well I'm not sure I really do see, but for now let's just assume it happened on the harley. Did you fall off of it, or maybe it landed on your leg?" He honestly looked flustered, must have only been a nurse for a short time she guessed.
"No, it didn't fall on me, nor did I fall off of it, we were just making it on the harley, oh and then there was that state trouper, so I had to speed up a bit, but the harely goes well over a hundred miles an hour, it wasn't that hard to do. I think it was that hill, I hit it pretty hard when we took the short cut. Of course not as hard as that State Trouper hit it. Wow, you should have seen his car fly!" SaVannah was looking right into his soft hazel eyes now, her expression seemed soft and touching, but genuinely honest. "I wonder, did you get any State Troupers in here this morning? I hope he's okay..." She wanted to continue, but the nurse seemed to be stammering for something to say, so she stopped and waited.
"Did you, ahh, humph ahh," Nurse Glasson cleared his throat and tried again. "Ahh, yes, how should I asked this, ahh well did you say doing it? On the harley?" He looked much younger now, or did he seem much older, she couldn't really say, but he did seem different since they entered into this room a few minutes ago. "A State Trouper? You and a State Trouper were doing ahh well you know, on the harley?" Yes, much younger, his command of sexual terms seemed to be more now of a preadolescent youth. Surly not a professional way to approach this common type of thing. Surly not, she thought.
"Oh no, not the State Trouper, it was just Lord Soth and I on the harley, three would have been impossible, the seat isn't that large, silly!" SaVannah started to giggle, thinking how she could have become a nurse, if he had the brains to become one. "No the State Trouper was chasing us. I guess it's some kind of new law that you can't screw naked while riding a Harley down Mulligan Pass just before sunrise. Must have been that last election I missed voting on. Sure was fun though, even if I did get a bit banged up. I guess it's better than the last time I was here, that bomb nearly ended it for me." SaVannah looked at him and sat quietly for a moment, then when he didn't say anything, she presented him with a new dilemma. "Can I have a tour of the place? I mean after we are done and all. I get the feeling that this place has a few possibilities, and I figure you being a nurse and all, you know all the hot spots around here." There was that sincere honest look again, Nurse Glasson thought he was going to faint.
Okay that's it for part 3, again, if you wish me to continue on to part 4 just let me know...if not I'll pack up my pen and paper and go back to the clubhouse to look for clues to the case of the missing tuna tarts... GP
Part 3 The Morgue
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