That night

The next few days settled into much of the same routine as the days since you'd woken up. In the morning Molly would wake you, give you your painkillers, and wash you. As the days went on, both you and she became more relaxed in one another's company when she did. You were still some way away from arousal but feeling an unknown but supposedly attractive women touch your junk already made you tingle a little. That was a good sign.

"So, John" Molly said one morning, "I hope you haven't gotten too attached to my company as I'm going into the night shift for a while."

"Aw" you said.

"Hey, it's fine, my coworker Diana will take care of you for a while" Molly replied.

You grunted something you yourself didn't even know of whether it meant anything. You weren't too happy with Molly leaving you alone. Over the past few days you'd gotten fairly attached to her so to hear her have to leave you made you sad. "Oh, don't worry about it. I'll still be here at night. You'll just be asleep, is all" Molly said. Well, that changed things a little. You smiled at her and nodded. It was then that the rattling of the cart with your breakfast drew your attention. In its wake came your mom, who ended up feeding you your breakfast with a smile, talking about how things were now just how they used to be.

That night sleep was slow in arriving. There had been an emergency with one of the other patients so your painkillers had been late, too. As a result, you were wide awake at 11 PM. The pain in your sternum was too much to bear so you lay tossing and turning. You knew that calling for a nurse was no use as you would not get more pills. And so you had to wait. But then something happened that you hadn't expected. Now that it was night and nobody was moving out on the hall you could hear everything that did happen quite clearly. The door to your room opened and you heard footsteps on the floor.

"John?" a voice whispered. You didn't reply. You had no idea who it was but you hoped that playing possum would get rid of them. It didn't help. Footsteps came closer with the person standing next to your bed. He or she moved the sheets and then lifted your gown. By the smell of it it was a woman. But who was it?