my miracle life

saving him

I was caught." I'm sorry I was looking for the exit and I stumbled upon a door that I thought led outdoors. I'm just gonna head back in." I turn around to go back in when he calls out again.

"Wait. Aren't you the one that was being harassed in there?" he asks. "Maybe you can return the favor and help me please."

"I'm not sure how I can help you but I can try."

" Follow my directions and come to me sweetheart. Come down the hallway to your left and I'm in the room second door on the right."

I hesitate in answering him. what if this is a trap to get me in a room to rape me.

"Please help me. I won't hurt you I promise." his voice is getting weaker it sounds like he may be hurt.

I forget my insecurities and follow his directions. I open the door and find my savior on the floor with a stake in his chest.

"OH my God. what happened? What can I do? Who stabs a person with a stake? Does this person think you are a vampire or something? Vampires don't exist what am I thinking?" I ramble on like a nitwit.

"OK I was ambushed by the guy that was harassing you because I stopped him from his next meal. Him and his three lackies jumped me. If you want to help me please remove the stake from my chest. Be very careful and pull it straight out, its sitting very close to my heart."

He is breathing hard. "Ok lay down flat on your back the stake didn't go all the way through so its going to have to come out the way it went in."

I search the room to see what I can use to cover the wound once I remove the stake. I don't find anything other then alcohol which will help clean the wound. I reach over and grab a bottle of 100 proof whiskey and pour it on the wound and on my hands to sanitize. He didn't even hiss at the pain the alcohol caused hitting the wound.

" Hey thats my best whiskey why did you do that?" He shouts at me.

"I had to staralize my hands and clean some of the wound so hopefully you don't get an infection. I'm a 2 year resident at Myers hospital." I snap at him for yelling at me for trying to help him.

"OK I'm sorry its just thats a hundred dollar bottle of whiskey you used. you could of grabbed a cheaper bottle." he mumbles

"I'm sorry too. I didn't know I just know the stronger the whiskey the better to keep infection out alcohol kills germs. Ok so lay down on your back for me."

He does as I said and lays down on his back. I assess my situation on how to pull the stake out without moving it towards his heart. I come over and straddle his lap.

"Right now is not the time for that sweetheart. I'm not sure I can get it up with all the pain I am in."

"I'm not trying to get into your pants sir. The best way to pull out the stake is straight up so I have to straddle you to do that unless you want my rear end in you face."

"That ass may be sweet but I think it would be better the way you are now." He says groaning in pain.

I take off my shirt since its the only thing I can think of to put on the wound once I remove the stake to help with the bleeding.

The gentlemans jaw drops. "Wtf do you think you are doing?"

" There is nothing in this room I can use to cover the wound in this room so I will use my shirt. my bra covers more than most bikinis do on some of the bimbos on the beach anyway." I say.

"Ok on the count of three. One. Two. Three." I pull the stake out and instantly apply my shirt to the wound. He hollers in pain and pases out.