The next morning

I must haved passed out from the pain, beacuse the next thing I knew a voice was asking me if I was alright. I open my eyes to see a scruffy looking EMT pointing a light in my face.

"She's alive", the EMT says to others coming down to my location. They check me over and decide that I am stable enough to airlift to a hospital. The twenty minutes it takes to get there seems like an eternity. The staff at the hospital runs through all sorts of tests to make sure I am healthy.

A doctor comes into my room later that evening and sits next to my bed. "Well, everything looks good, all the tests came back , no broken bones or internal injuries. You did get a good bump on the head, and while we can't find any signs of concusion, we are going to keep you overnight for observation to be on the safe side. You are one very lucky woman."

Late that night as I am trying to sleep a patient a few doors down wakes up and starts asking where he was every ten minutes. He isn't being very loud, but it was just enough to keep me awake. "Oh, why don't they move him to another room, away from me?" I think to myself. Within ten seconds I hear some of the nurses talking outside my room.

"Let's move Mr.Anderson to another floor," one says. The others agreed. I get up and peek out of my room to see them wheel an old man down the hall.

"Boy, that was weird," I think to myself, at least now I will be able to sleep.

The next morning a tall hansome male nurse comes into my room. His close cropped brown hair and light blue eyes frame his gorgeous face perfectly. I watch as walks over to my bed, his clothes cannot hide the fluid grace of his muscles interacting with each other.

"How are you feeling today?" he askes with a smile as he lifts my arm to take my pulse.

"I feel fine," I respond. Although, I might feel a whole lot better if you gave me a sponge bath, is the thought that pops into my head.

The nurse says, "The doctor said that if you looked O.K. this morning that we could realese you" He puts a large strong hand on you forehead. "Well, your vitals are all good, so all I have to do is give you a sponge bath and you're free to go."

I look up "Wha... Did you say sponge bath?"

The nuse suddenly looks confused, "Um yeah I guess I did...I don't know why. It just seemed for a second that I was suppsoed to. Why would I say that?" He quickly adds, "Not that I wouldn't mind giving you a sponge bath...I,I mean I'm not tring to hit on you or anything" He looks around trying not to meet your eyes, obviously embarrassed.

"Did I put that thought in his mind?", I ask myself. I decide to try a test. I think that nurse needs a drink of water to compose himself. The nurse exsuses himself and goes into the bathroom. I hear water run and he comes out with a paper cup at his lips, drinking deeply. "Sorry," he says "Just needed to get a drink"

Oh my god. I made him do that. A million thought swirl through my head. I could finally tell my boss to shove those files up his ass. I could get Buffy back on the air. I could have this nurse give me that sponge bath. All I have to do is think it and people will do it.