The Millionaire's 'Friend' - Natasha's Story

Chapter 4 - Hospital

"Hey." I tapped a knuckle on the glass partition behind the driver as we tootled at snail pace to the nearest hospital. He stiffly moved his head to the side, but didn't bother turning all the way to look at me. I could tell he was pissed off that he had this drunk, 'halfway to his grave' guy, in the back of his cab. I ignored his contempt and asked "You got a first aid kit I can borrow?"

Without speaking he bent forward and pulled a small, green plastic box from beneath the passenger seat. He rammed it through the little open window and then continued to focus on the road as if I wasn't even there.

I scooted back into my seat and rested on my knee while I searched the little box. It might have been compact but it was well stocked with everything you could need for some quick first aid. I opened up an antiseptic wipe and removed both padded gauzes. Given the amount of blood I had a feeling I was going to need the extra one at some point, so I stuffed it in my purse.

Carefully, I cleaned the seeping blood that was dripping dangerously close to one of those beautiful sparkly blues, and then softly started to dab across the actual wound itself. The guy hissed air in through his teeth as the antiseptic wipe connected with the exposed flesh.

"Sorry." I whispered, and settled my free hand on his chest to try and convey his need to relax and let me clean him up. It seemed to have the desired effect. He breathed in another couple of sharp breaths, but he remained still as I worked to clean the wound and then gently fixed one of the gauze pads to soak up any more blood. Despite trying my best to concentrate on the task at hand, I couldn't help but feel my heart rate increase as my hand rested on a warm, solid chest. The guy didn't look to have an ounce of fat on him; just pure, lean muscle.

Once I'd finished, I briefly admired my handiwork before looking down, only to find that those two, perfectly matching sapphires were watching me closely. They were definitely a little dazed but their beauty was still awe inspiring, and I had to turn my head away sharply before I found myself lost in them. I slid myself away on the seat to clear some space between us, and when I looked back up his eyes were closed once more.

When we pulled up at the drop off point, the cab driver made no attempt to assist me in removing the drunk guy from his vehicle. And then he even had the cheek to be annoyed at me when I waited for my change without leaving him a tip. Like the miserable sod deserved one!

Somehow, between drunk guy's semi awake state, and my desire to get home, we managed to shuffle inside. I carefully deposited him on an empty seat near the door. Thankfully, for a Friday night, the A&E waiting room wasn't too crowded. Although, there were several people looking pretty banged up, with nearly as much blood pouring from various wounds as my new friend had.

Leaving him alone for a few moments I trotted up to the desk where a bright eyed nurse greeted me with a caring smile. She pushed a registration form and clipboard across the little desk at me. I was just about to slide it back and ask if I could leave the guy in her care, when I noticed him start to tip forward off his chair. In his drunk, or battered, or both, state, he showed no sign of being aware that he was about to crash head first onto the cheaply tiled floor below. I dived forward heroically, just managing to put myself between him and the unforgiving solid tiles.

His uncontrolled weight nearly crushed me, but I was able to brace myself and stop us both from slumping into a heap on the floor. His body leaned heavily into me, completely flattening my breasts into my ribcage, but I managed to steady us. My hands gripped at his sides, but my focus was nearly overawed as the most heavenly scent drifted its way to my nostrils. Wow, this guy smelt divine. He suddenly let out a deep sigh, bringing me back to my surroundings, and the need to get him off of me.

To anyone watching we must have looked pretty comical as I did my best, shifting my hands around his body, trying to find some purchase on his solid chest. Finally, I maneuvered him back into an upright position on the chair. It may have been easier to let him slide to the floor and then lean his back against it, but it seemed a little undignified.