Thread: Nurse a Broken Heart (Nickky and Chuckeles)

Laying in the ambulance Rea was barely conscious. The last completely lucid thought that she had was of her boyfriends fingers closing over her neck. The ambulance lurched, and she could feel them moving the board that she was strapped down to. By the gasps they made the young girl knew that it wasn't good. She was barely eighteen and this had been her fifth time to this same hospital. They all knew her here, and knew what was going on. She would never admit to it though, never bring the man she loved so dearly into jail. It was little things that set him into the rages that ended in her hear death so many times. The stretcher was taken into the operating room and she could feel the metal rings being taken from her face. Angel bites, a septum, tongue, and very minor gauges. They were all put into a plastic bag and thrust aside. Next came her tattered and bloody clothing. They cut what was remaining away, leaving it on a pile on the floor. Now came the hard part, bringing her small body back together. What in the hell happened this time? The doctors voice was loud, and extremely deep. He sounded as if he would be a good baritone singer, or maybe it was just Rea's mind playing tricks on her. Stabbed near the stomach area twice, several bruising to the neck area, broken ankle, two bruised ribs on the left side, and just scattered bruising. The next voice was high pitched, definitely that of a young women, more of a soprano voice that you would love to hear sing you to sleep. Rea could feel the sharp pinches of a needle going through her naked flesh. Had they already cleaned her up? They must be stitching now. Wow, worst out of five. Wonder when she'll wise up and leave the bastard she's with. It wasn't the first time Rea had heard such things. More often than not everyone who had seen her while she was at the hospital insisted that she leave him. It wasn't so simple though. When she was with him it felt like someone was catching her body on fire, leaving her breathless and wanting more of the intoxicating warmth. When she was apart from him though, Rea felt like she was drowning in her own sorrow. She didn't really remember much after that, they must have put her under to fix her broken ankle. When Rea woke she was laying in a bed under a heated blanket. Oh, they took note last time that she was anemic. Thank god for the hospital. There was a small glass of water next to her bed, and oh yes her rings. Once her face was put back together and the gleaming metal was in tact she began to asses herself. Her hair felt odd and stringy. Hmmm, probably a mixture of her blood and sweat. Hopefully they would let her shower. When it was clean, Rea's hair was a mixture of strawberries and dirt. Not the best combination, but it came out beautifully. Her eyes were large, and the color of a frozen over lake in winter time. There were several IVs hooked up to a bag dripping no doubt morphine. In the gown she was wearing two of her six tattoos were visible. On her left wrist were the words 'never give in' and on her ankle was a broken heart, shattered by a razor blade. On her hips were two sparrows, making up two tattoos separately. The other two here a cross down her back, barbed wire wrapping around it, and music notes running up her rib cage. Rea loved decorating her body in art work. She was rather thin. Not so thin that people would think she was malnourished, but her pale flesh was wrapped tightly around her bones. Ribs and hip bones visible, but not extremely prominent.