An Accident

I had been pedaling for a while when I came near a giant sign stating that said that I had reached the outskirts of Bradeon. I had a choice either turn back and start back on my way home or go further into the wild wide world. I knew what awaited me back home.

Just like when I pedaled into Bradeon, there were no cars passing in either direction. I pointed the front tire towards the future and started pedalling. I really hoped that I was going to escape the digressions of the past and find somewhere and someone who wanted me more than just to fuck.

I was a good block and a half away from Bradeon’s city limits when I was **** off the side of the road by the black or dark blue car. One minute I was pedaling all carefree, then next I was veering off the road, into a ditch. I flipped over the handlebars and at that point when my head made contact with the grass and dirt, everything went black!

A cold breeze greeted me when I attempted to open my eyes. Everything was a blur, at first, then superslowly my eyes started focusing. What I mistakenly assumed was the sky turned out to be a light blue painted wall. The breeze came from a vent in the ceiling, not from the natural breeze outside in nature.

I tried to turn my head, developing a headache from the movement. But before I stopped moving my head I saw four walls, a small dresser with a vase of flowers in it on top of the dresser. Along one wall was a chair with my clothing draped over the top of the back. Suddenly I pick up the edge of the blanket over me and look at a thin piece of fabric covering me.

I don’t want to look, but I have ****, I try to raise my legs and they respond. The hem of the thin fabric rises, the blanket following it. Then the breeze from the ceiling came between my legs, chilling my inner thighs but nothing else. I let go of the breath that I didn’t realize I was holding. My panties were still on!

A sense of relief came over me until the door along the left hand wall opened. A young lady in a white blouse and skirt came in with a stethoscope around her neck. “Oh good you’re awake, I’ll call Mr. Morgan and let him know!”

I started to tremble as the young lady came closer. “Where am I and who is Mr. Morgan?

“You’re at a private clinic of one Dr. Sara Mulligan after Mr. Jonathon Morgan brought you here after causing you to drive off the main road into a shallow ditch!” She came over and gently laid my legs back out flat on the mattress, recovering them with the blanket. “I’m the night nurse, Meg Crawley, so anything you need just press your buzzer and I’ll come to help the best I can!”

Then just as suddenly as she came, Nurse Crawley left me with vague returning memories of what happened. I just crossed the intersection when a dark car came alongside me, weaving in and out of the lane. I was about to stop until it fully passed me when once more it veered, this time striking the front tire, making me move off the side of the road into a downward sloping side of a shallow ditch. As the front of the bike dipped into the ditch, I was tossed over the handlebars.

Then the dirt was rushing up towards me. It seemed so real that I actually closed my eyes when I remembered hitting the dirt and grass. The only difference this time was the door once again opened, just a crack and a voice came in.

“Are you decent?”