Private Fantasy

He woke up at last; still groggy from the drugs they had been pumping into his IV. It took him a while to figure out where he was and what had happened. The gown and hospital bed had started come back into focus. I was by his side as long as they would let me. I wanted to be there with him.
“I passed out didn’t I?” His sleepy voice was quiet.
“Yeah—you did. You lasted a lot longer than I thought you would.”
“Did you have fun?”
“Of course. Did you?” I couldn’t hide the smile plastered to my face.
“Actually yeah. I don’t think I’ll ever do it again but it was pretty amazing.”
“You know you’ve been out of it for over a day?”
“Really? And I’m still here in the hospital?”
“Yup.”
“How bad is it?”

He had finally looked down to see his leg incased in the large bulky splint wrapped with an elastic bandage-- His toes poking out of the top. It was just as sexy as the wild night we had.
“Two screws and a plate.”
“It’s going to leave a scar?” he looked upset by the thought of it.
“You can get it fixed by a plastic surgeon. I’m sure it won’t look that bad. It’s not like you have to show off your legs like I do.” I said lifting my leg so he could see how nice they were. Even through the drugs he was still aroused.
“And no one suspected anything?”
“Nope—piece of cake. After you passed out I hid everything. I got you untied and partially dressed and on the floor before the paramedics arrived. You fell and broke your ankle. Happens all the time.” I grinned.

He laughed but I could already see the drugs wearing off and the pain coming back full force. I didn’t hesitate to press the button for the morphine drip giving him another dose and watching him relax again.
“I figured you would like to see me suffer some more.” He said becoming drowsy.
“We can do that at home where the staff isn’t watching us.” I whispered.
“So what happened to on my dick like a leach? I don’t see you sucking.”
“Trust me I want to right now. You have at least six weeks of having me do that. Your nurse should be coming in anytime and when she leaves I’ll give you a hand job.” Still keeping my voice hushed.
“Works for me.”
“You want to know something else?”
“Sure.” He was falling asleep fast.
“You know that the cast and crutches drive me nuts even more than the pain.”
“If it’s anything like what I just went through—sign me up.”
“Better.”
“Can’t wait to get my ass out of here then.”