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The Dark Road - 2 

by Kaereni 


The darkness descends over the woman sending her back into the peace that only deep dreamless sleep can bring. Again she hears calm and soothing voice saying, everything will be alright. When her mind fights its way through the cotton fluff that fills her mind she opens her eyes only to the vision of Dan standing over to one side talking to a nurse, his arms around her waist and clutching her ass. She watches in sick fascination as the pair kiss before the nurse leaves the room. 



Dan turns seeing her eyes burning holes in him and with a cocky smile comes over. Bending down to kiss her he says softly good morning baby. She turns her face away staring out the window and says coldly; at least you could wipe the lipstick off first Dan. In her mind she screams and rants at him, Go away! Just leave me alone. She waits for the peck on the cheek and excuses for his actions. When Dan does not say or do anything, she turns back and finds she is alone in the room. 

Closing her eyes the woman counts to ten before opening them again. Hmmm how odd, her mind thinks noticing that the sun is now shining into the window covering her in a golden light. I must have dozed off she thinks. A nurse comes in, different but the same one as before making time with her hubby while she lay sick in the same room. As the nurse comes over and takes her temp and blood pressure treating her as so much a piece of dead meat she thinks, what a slut. She says around the thermometer, I saw you kiss Dan. I saw you. The nurse looks up at her in shock that is quickly covered in the cool professional demeanor that only nurses can achieve. 



No Miss, you could have not. It must have been a bad dream. Her voice flowing like warm butter on a hot skittle. The woman thinks, Bull twinkles; Your nothing but a slut, trailer trash. I saw you, him, kissing as he groped your ass. The nurse blinks and then in a southern twang that could have come from heehaw reruns she says, Of course not honey he's your man. She smiles and finishes up and leaves the room. 



The woman lays there blinking, wondering what had just happened. Had she spoken her thoughts out loud and the nurse, that slut, had heard her and made fun of her words. Well hell, she says and closes her eyes. I wish I were stronger, I would show that slut what for. She imagines the nurse down of all fours begging to be taken up her ass by every passerby right there in the hospital. Not moving or stopping till they carried her off and even then not stopping but begging for a good wet fuck from the guards who drag her out and throw her out on the street. In her mind the woman plays out the vision almost like she were watching it. She could almost hear the commotion out in the hall as the woman begs. 



A soft smile that covers her lips as her warm thoughts of revenge fill her mind. They shoot away like a rubber band when a voice breaks her thoughts. Dinner time, she hears. Opening her eyes she sees the sun had fled like a thief in the night leaving the twilight glow. A woman, that looks like a female version of Quasimodo is there holding a tray. In a horse voice the woman says thank you. The woman sees Dan standing off to one side watching the aid like a rabbit would watch a snake. As she turns and leaves the room Dan comes forward and says, That is one fugly woman baby. 



The woman looks at Dan love and hate fighting a war in her. She looks on the outside how you look inside Dan. You two are well matched. Why don’t you go fuck her and think of me. Perhaps you have another bastard to look after. She says coldly, her voice raising the hurt and pain flowing out of her like tiny daggers aiming for his heart. Her hands grip the bed sheets in a death grip to keep from throwing the dishes at him. Her hands and knuckles turn white as her words come out in a hiss of hurt and hate. You just don’t get it. For once I wish you would see it from my side. See your world turned upside down and ripped apart. 



Dan steps back hearing the venom in her voice and the visible anger. His face pales for a moment and then he covers it with that used car salesman smile. Hey baby, I didn’t mean fugly. I was just joking. No need for you to get so riled up. He comes over and strokes her face lightly. Its no big thing baby, no big thing. 



She closes her eyes and to her embarrassment she moves her head into his hand. God she wails in her mind, why me, I need him, I cant stand him, she thinks. The stroking stops and after a moment she opens her eyes, the plate sits before her empty, her meal gone. That bastard; she says, he ate my dinner. In the low light of the room she can hear soft moans and the smell of sex crosses her nose. 



Looking up she says to the ceiling, why me? She closes her eyes, takes a deep breath before pulling herself up like a mountain climber to a sitting position. She looks over the side of the bed and down at Dan fucking someone on the floor beside the bed. Her mind going in several directions at the same time, as she gropes for the call light, draws a breath to scream and looks for something to throw all at once. Just as her hand grips the call button she sees who Dan is fucking like a dog in heat. 

She lets go of the button as a giggle escapes her lips. After a while she realizes that she can not stop giggling. Even closing her eyes the giggles continue as in her minds eye she sees her Dan, her self centered conceited Dan going at it like a dear in rut with the aid on the floor. The sounds rise in tempo and level till a muffled scream fills the room. She opens her eyes and watches giggling insanely as Dan and the aid stand up, get dressed and act as if she weren’t there. The Aid her uniform disheveled takes the tray and leaves without so much a glance at her. Dan on the other side pats his pockets looking for a cigarette, pulls the pack out, realizes he can not smoke here and gets up to leave. He looks at her and says must be having a good dream to be smiling like that and walks out the room. 



Dan's words stop the giggles. The woman's mind righting it's self. Am I dreaming? Am I awake? What is happening to me? She lays there looking toward the door where Dan left and sees a nurse come in with a tray. Is it that tramp? No a different nurse thank god she thinks. The Nurse sets the tray down and lifts a needle and vial. Looking at the woman she says, this will help the pain and let you get some sleep. The woman shakes her head no and moves her hand up to block the nurse. But with long practice the nurse evades the woman’s hand and sticks her in the upper arm and pushes the plunger home. The woman looks up at the nurse with a hurt confused expression; What’s happening to me? 

The nurse pats her on the arm gently, just let yourself relax everything will be ok. With shocked recognition the woman remembers the words from the accident scene. Her mind locks onto the phrase everything will be ok, as it drifts off into darkness the cotton batting filling her mind like an overstuffed pillow making thoughts and dreams impossible.
