Yes. My "doctor" bails me out.

The woman officer immediately opens my cell and tends to my limp body. She checks my pulse by placing two finger and applying slight pressure under the side of my jaw, above an artery. She waits for ten seconds and feels the state of my heartrate. For the first three seconds she feels a rapid pulse but during the next seven, the beat slows into a steady measure.

"She ****, but I think she'll be okay," the female officer says to the others. "She's beat up but it could've been worse. Let's get her out of here." Two of the male police officers redress me and then carry me, one carrying me by my shoulders and the other carrying me by my legs. They carry me out of my cell, leaving the young girl who has now awaken due to the ruckus. She finds my brown track jacket on her and immediately runs to the remaining male officer and gives it to him. She goes back to her bed and lays down without a word.

I'm carried out, past the the next cell where the two bikers lay on their stomach, with their wrists cuffed behind their backs. I'm carried out of the cell area and into the main lobby. Again, everybody's eyes, even those behind the counters and bulletproof glass, ignore their current business and dart to the scene of two police officers carrying a woman's body coming out of the cell area.

A man at the counter, who looks like a doctor or a scientist due to his long, white, trenchcoat, sees my limp body and recognizes my hairstyle and the color of my hair. He rushes from the counter to the police officers and request to see my face. He immediate recognizes my face and shows his identification to the police officers telling them that he is my doctor, who has already bailed me out.

Seeing that the doctor's idenitification is as legitimate as a high-ranking officer or sheriff, they ask him where to take my body. He directs them to his car, a blue SUV, found on the top floor of a parking garage, located across the street from the precinct. They put me in the passenger seat of his SUV. The police officer with my track jacket give the garment to the doctor and he gladly takes it from him. The doctor takes the jacket and covers my upper in such a way like that of a blanket.

The doctor closes the passenger door and climbs into the driver's seat. He turns over the truck's engine, and departs from his parking space. Down four levels, the doctor drive through the parking garage and exiting out a gate by showing his ID card to the attendant. He drives onto the one way street, the police officer from before drove on. Five left turns and seven right turns in a distance of 20 blocks through the Ventra Heights district is needed to get to the doctor's destination. The doctor parks his SUV in a personal garage behind the building, which is a small, three-story clinic.

Once the garage is closed an internal light flashes on to help guide the doctor, with my body in his arms, to the door. The door is gently kicked open and both the doctor and I enter. He carries me upstairs like a pair of newlywed on their honeymoon. He enters through the door of a room, being careful not to hit my head on the door frame. The doctor places my body onto a single bed and puts my head onto a pillow. He takes a thick blanket and covers my body with it, except my shoulders and head. The doctor leaves a single desk light on in the dark room and then exits out the door.

I immediately enter some much needed rest once my head lays on the pillow. My body instinctively curls up to gain more warmth, turning to lay on my side. I dive into an intoxicating dream. A dream where I can look anywhere in first person, but I can't move the rest of my body. Only my sight has free will.

I find myself in a dimly lit room with red sconces hanging on hooks, two on each of the four walls. The walls are painted a dark red. There are no windows but there are four skylights installed into the ceiling. There is no light coming through so i assume it is night time. There is a futon-like bed with two nightstands, one at either side of the bed.

I look at myself and I find that my outfit has changed. Instead of wearing a white tee and brown track pants, I wear something that makes me feel cold. Cold as wind upon skin, I wear a black plunge mini dress. The garment is one piece and is a halter, which bares my bare from neck to waist. At the front, around my belly button area is a large loose piece of fabric which hangs like large chain around my neck. Like a waves tossed in a storm, it plunges in a similar way when I move. Around my waist is a loose band able to hand above the waist without falling and the bottom of the dress stops five inches before my knee

I feel like I'm wearing less and less, even with my undergarment. I could wrong, but the type of thong I'm wearing feels like I'm not even wearing a thong at all. My legs show for the most part. It's the first time I'm seeing my legs, but I doubt that these are my legs. The silky smooth skin run from under my mini dress and runs all the way down to my feet, which are standing on a pair of black multi-strap 6 inch stiletto heels, with a one inch platform underneath the toe area. The pair of stiletto heels also had an ankle strap and both the heel and the platform were made of clear acrylic.

My hair isn't wavy anymore, but still flows down from my head like a straight-falling waterfall. Now that my hairstyle is plain straight from root to tip, my hair stops two inches from my waistline. I feel like I'm wearing some accessories as well. These include jeweled bangles on each of my wrists, a silver chain necklace around my neck, and hoop earrings.

The scene fast forwards making me look toward the opening door opposite the bed. In comes a tall and handsome man, clean shaven with a nice face. He is at least ten inches taller than me. I could say this man is at least 26 years old. I see him smiling a bright smile at me, right after he closes the door.

I am unable to control my body as it walks toward the man, and my arms wrapping around his neck and over his shoulders. This sign make the man start to kiss me. Even though I'm dreaming, I feel his wet lips upon mine and his large tongue lapping into my mouth much similar to a dog drink water. I feel every single thing on my body in this dream. I now feel large, warm hands hiking on my lower back and then rising up to my neck. With the sound of light curtains falling, the upper part of my black plunge mini dress falls down my sides, revealing my well-formed, natural breasts, protruding out of my chest.

My instincts tell me to look down at my twin hills and immediate after looking at them, the man comes into view, his open mouth aiming directly for my right nipple. He makes a direct hit, sucking the tip into his mouth. I feel small sensations around my chest area. When the man bites gently onto the nipple in his mouth, the range of the sensations increase, sending goosebumps all around my body. The weird thing is I can actually feel all these things.

The man now looks up at me and smiles at my reaction. He stops sucking my breast and comes back up again to meet face to face. He gives me another wet and passionate kiss. This is when I wake up.

(Things done and said during my unconsciousness)