On a 7-9, Patty comes in just in time to get interrupted.

As you lie in your hospital bed, halfway numb and in a cast, you hear a voice at the door.

"Brian, is this your room?"

You can't see her behind the curtain partitioning this "semi-private" room, but you know exactly who it is.

"C'mon in, Patty," you say.

The Calamity Jane of today's events had come to see you.

"Oh good, I got the room right," Patty says.

Patty comes hobbling round the curtain with her ankle immobilized in some kind of brace.

"Oh, Brian, look at you," she laments.

"Well, you know I got my leg broke," you say. "Figured it was better than landing on you and squashing you flat into the concrete."

Which you might well have. She's five foot-n-a-bit and a hundred pounds soaking wet. Or, since she's down from Canada, that'd be a meter fifty-five and forty-five kilos, or seven stone or whatever. You're twice Patty's weight and most of a foot taller.

You continue, "They've got me doped up a bit. I think they said I wouldn't need a pin, so that's good."

"I'm so sorry," she says.

"S'okay," you say. "Kinda a shame. Not only didn't you get to finish the job, but me and Mary don't get a proper homecoming."

"I'm so sorry," she says again.

Something in the look on Patty's face starts you up again. Your cock twitches and fills.

You laugh. "I suppose you could give it another try. I don't have so far to fall here."

Patty looks at you. "Are you serious?"

You give Patty a broad grin.

Her mouth goes round like an O and she puts a hand up over it. Then she relaxes and smiles back at you. Patty reaches out a hand toward the tent in your covers, when a round-faced Japanese-looking girl in hospital scrubs comes round the curtain pushing a cart full of sample vials, vacuum containers, phlebotomy needles, **** wipes and similar accessories.

"Mr. Forbes, I'm here to collect a lab sample," she says. Her hospital ID says NAOMI ITO.

"Is that so?" you say. "What kind of sample?"

You have a guess from the sample vessel she's holding.

"Urine," Ms. Ito says.

"Sit down, Patty, give her some space," you say. You look at the technician. "No big deal. Patty and I know each other real well. I should be able to give you your sample."