Thread: Committed to Parkview (Pogue and FrancesKobain)

Waylon felt the fight beginning to go out of her, her fingers clawing at him with less zeal as whatever drug Dr. Nelson had injected her with began to take effect. As her grip began to loosen, Waylon got in a few good shots, digging his punches into her soft belly where shed feel them later. Dont let her fall, Dr. Nelson warned, rushing forward as he saw her body begin to sag, reaching out to slide his hands under her arms, half catching her as the drug took the fight out of her. Thats enough, Waylon, he commanded harshly as the younger man continued to strike the girls body, his fist punching hard into her delicate body. Thats enough! O Ok, Doc, Waylon panted, rage clear on his face as he halted his blows, letting the girl fall off of him to the hard floor of the ambulance bay, the doctor trying ineffectually to catch her, to stop her from falling and hurting herself. Shed probably have a bruise from that fall, he thought with a slight glee, feeling the hot angry red scratches across his face. Crazy bitch, he hissed under his breath, spitting a glob of blood out of his split lip onto her body. Shed pay for this, Waylon assured himself, knowing that over the next few weeks or months thered be ample time to pay her back for attacking him, for scratching his face. And I had a date tonight, Waylon lamented, raising his fingers to run over the crisscrossing pathways of scratches across his cheek. Im sure Nurse Lynne will understand, Dr. Nelson assured him somewhat coldly, knowing that Waylons dates with the head nurse amounted to little more than a brief drink before rough sex in the supply closet. Now help me get her onto the gurney, he instructed, waiting for the younger man to bend down and grab the girls feet, the two of them lifting her easily onto the wheeled stretcher. Hmm, shed kind of cute under all that dirt, Waylon remarked, looking down at her as she slept, his hand lingering on her slender hip for a few seconds. Maybe once she was cleaned up Forget about it, Dr. Nelson insisted, reading the lecherous thoughts clearly on Waylons face, beginning to push the gurney into the hospital. This one isnt one of your playthings. Now go see Nurse Lynne for your date, he sneered before disappearing through the swinging doors that led to admitting. Not yet, Waylon assured the retreating form of the doctor, his tongue licking at his bloodied lip, shes not my plaything yet. What dya got there? Johnnie Jennings asked as Dr. Nelson wheeled the gurney up to his desk, the young orderly standing up slightly from his high stool to peer across the polished surface at the unconscious girl. Looks slightly familiar Just another undesirable thats polluting our fair city, Dr. Nelson assured the orderly curtly, his tone telling the young worker that he wasnt in the mood for conversation as he quoted the new Mayors campaign speech. Just a piece of human flotsam, he remarked as he picked up the clipboard with the admission papers on it. Dont know her name, he lied as he filled in Jane Doe on the forms, get her cleaned up and put her in room 231. Ill see her when she wakes up, he assured the young man, handing over the clipboard with the incomplete paperwork. Yes, sir, Johnnie nodded, hopping down off his stool and moving around the desk as fast as he could with his limp, his left leg slightly shorter than his right thanks to a Japanese mortar attack. Come along, darling, lets get you cleaned up, he spoke cheerfully to the unconscious girl as he started pushed the gurney down the hallway towards the showers. Come along, my pretty, were going to have some fun, he muttered under his breath once he was out of earshot of Dr. Nelson. What nobody knew, or if they knew, what nobody talked about was how much Johnnie enjoyed providing baths for their patients, how he got his jollies cleaning and fondling their unconscious bodies as he scrubbed the dirt off of them. And this one was prettier than most, he thought with a broad smile as he wheeled her into the large tiled room that was the hospitals shower.