Hospitalized

The Sanders had finally gotten through to a hospital, and within a few minutes John was being medevaced via chopper to the hospital. Fortunately, the clearing had been large enough that the chopper had been able to land in it, barely. The medics credited the Sanders finding him quickly and stopping the bleeding with saving his life.

All was not well, though.

John was in a coma. His head had healed physically, and he had had no other injuries more serious than abrasions and minor cuts, but he had not woken up. As the days wore on, eventually becoming a week, then two, the doctors at the hospital decreased John's chances of recovery. At a loss, they told his family that he would probably never come out of the coma. The only positive news was that his brain waves still were active.

Police investigating the accident had found evidence that the large pit in the field had been intentionally covered up, and had launched an investigation. They had received a break when Mike was overheard drunkenly bragging about his actions in a bar. Mike and his entire posy had been rounded up and were facing trial for attempted ****.

After three weeks, John opened his eyes to see a plain, white ceiling above him. Things started to come into focus. John groaned.

"Oh, my! Good morning, Mr. Brady," a feminine voice said from the end of the bed. John turned his head to the side and saw a nurse standing next to his bed, in the process of changing an IV bag. "Let me get the doctor," said excitedly, hurrying out into the hall.

John couldn't quite move his head up and down, but he detected movement as a door opened and closed. A moment later the door opened again. A warm hand helped him move his head so he could look straight at the person talking to him.

"It's good to see you're back John. I'm Doctor Mitchell," an older man said. "You gave us quite a scare there. We weren't sure you were going to wake up."

John tried to ask what was going on, but he couldn't quite get either the thought or the sound out, and ended up groaning. The pretty nurse reached down and put a straw in his mouth, encouraging him to drink. He looked at her dark green eyes a moment before turning back to the doctor with another groan, his neck gradually beginning to respond to his commands.

"We'll have to run some tests tomorrow if you feel up to it. I'm afraid you've been asleep for quite awhile. We need to make sure there isn't anything else wrong. How are you feeling?"

John groaned again. "I see, you're still not completely with us. You should sleep now, but if you need anything, just ask Nurse Williams and she'll help you out," Dr. Mitchell said, carefully placing the aid buzzer in John's hand.

John turned his head slightly and got a good look at his nurse. Nurse Williams was a short, pretty woman, who projected a cool air of professionalism. Her long blond hair was tied up in a tight bun, giving her a conservative look. Although she was wearing loose green scrubs, they didn't hide the fact that she had a fantastic pair of breasts, her trim waist, or her long, toned legs.

John saw the doctor leave the room. The nurse leaned over the bed, wiping John's brow and giving him a great view of her breasts. "As the doctor said, if you need anything, just ring and I'll be right in," she said after a moment of vitals checking, following the doctor out.

John stared at her ass as she left the room. Just before she closed the door, she seemed to wiggle her butt ever so slightly. Almost instantly, he feel asleep.