S.E.X Steamy, Exciting and X rated

Getting In the Groove of Things

I am staring at the dingy walls and scowl. Justin promised to come and see me and he has not. I have been in this dump for three days and I have only seen three people.

The first was a Physical Therapist that was my least favorite of the three. She is a blonde and green eyed witch who would wrench and pull my arms without mercy and without much if any verbal interaction. She would move my legs at my hip joint and the only movement through the exercises that was enjoyable to any degree was the neck excerises.

She would move my head side to side and it would involve a little bit of a heat treatment on my neck.

I have seen her the most and she will often mention that my progress will be slow and that I need to work harder on my own to try to move if I ever want to be normal again. I love to see her back when she leaves as she always has a I have something better to do then deal with you. I sleep afterwards and then no one bothers me for hours.

I am lonelier than I have ever been and I hate all the people who walk into this room. They are paid to care and they show so little of that commodity. This woman's care was only pain and left me aching. The only relief was sparce and not consistent through the care of a floor nurse who was overworked and had a sarcastic sense of humor. I liked her, but she never had time to talk and she always seemed to act like someone was going to hit her.

The third was someone I had seen the first day and never again. It was a doctor with red hair and hazel eyes. He had give an introductory examination and said that I would be staying here a while. He was right and I hated that he was right.

(Sorry for the short chapter)