No Strings Attached

Chapter Thirty Two

“Very well,” the doctor backed down quietly, getting up from his seat, “But I don’t need any extra for that. And you will need rehabilitative treatment, but we can work around that for the most part. We can arrange something before you leave – home visits and the like. Although, we wouldn’t refuse a donation of some kind- to the hospitals’  research programmes.”

“That I can do, doc.”

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Two days later, and they were packing his things from the hospital.

He’d become insufferable – even though Shannon never left his side, and Jay and Tori were around almost as often – it was too much like being locked up for his liking, and even the hospital staff were getting irritated with his uncooperative ways.

Tori was spending the morning replenishing Franchetti’s cupboards – for who she had no clue, and she didn’t really want to ask.

Jayden was back at home – getting everything ready at Nate’s place for him to come home. He had a cat – apparently – sort of. Just kind of wandered in occasionally, and he’d feed it. It probably got fed somewhere else as well, but he had started to use it as an excuse with the doctors to get “released” as he was putting it. Nobody had ever seen it, so Jayden felt a bit of an idiot putting food out for what could well be an imaginary cat, but whatever – if it made Nate feel better.

So it was just the two of them in the hospital room packing up his things. So far there’d been no sign of any lasting damage in any of the tests – but he was having some trouble concentrating for long periods of time – and there were migraines to contend with on occasion as well.

They both prayed that that was the extent of the damage.

She was folding his pyjama bottoms neatly into the holdall when she felt him move up slowly behind her, running his hands up the sides of her slender body to cup her breasts – rubbing a building erection into the cheeks of her ass.

“I’m horny as all mother-fucking hell,” he breathed into her ear seductively, “I’ve never fucked on a hospital bed before, do you fancy it?”

She chuckled, leaning back her head against his shoulder as he nuzzled into her neck.

“You mean the bed you’ve just spent the last week in – the first five days of which you were in a fucking coma? You’re joking, right? I think we found the side effects – you lost your mind!”

His tongue shot out to lave at the beating pulse at the base of her throat.

“Or found my hard on ... one of the two.”

“You silver-tongued devil,” she whispered sarcastically, just as the doctor strolled through the door – effectively breaking up the party – although Nate kept her clasped to the front of his body – just in case.

  “Mr. Casey ... Mrs. Casey,” he nodded in greeting ... she’d forgotten about that with the nurse, biting her lip in a cheeky smile as she turned to Nate sheepishly with a blush rising underneath her tan, “I see you’re ready.”

“Yup,” Nate winked slowly at his woman – his cock twitching at the thought of her being his wife – at least the doc had known to keep his hands off while he was out of it, “Ready to rock and roll, doc, thanks for everything.”

“If I could just discuss a few aftercare details with you, before you leave,” he started quietly, taking a seat on the bed as Nate and Shannon took the plastic chairs, “Try to avoid anything overtly stressful for the next few weeks – obviously.”

Nate grinned, “Always a rule of mine.”

“And perhaps – avoid any physical exertion for a week or two, until your body is recovered.”

“Wasn’t planning a marathon or anything, so it won’t be a problem.”

“God, Nate,” Shannon groaned with a chuckle, “Take the man seriously, please, this is important!”

“I am! Sorry doc ... carry on.”

A faint blush was creeping up on the young  doctor’s pale face – he had a rugged complexion common to redheads, and it was noticeable.

“I was actually talking about ... all kinds of physical exertion.” He was clearing his throat, embarrassed.

Nate frowned slightly, pursing his lips in thought as he said quietly, “No ... I’m not following you?”

Shannon rolled her eyes, lightly tapping his chest with the back of her hand.

“He’s talking about sex, Nate!”

His face was an absolute picture, he looked disgustedly between her and the doctor, kind of panicked, “He’s telling us not to fuck?” he looked back at the good doctor – who was basically crimson at this point, “No. Absolutely not. There’s no way. I’ve been out for a week, man, that’s just not a possibility – find some other way.”

She turned back to the doctor clicking her tongue, before cocking her head to the side thoughtfully.

“Do you think Nymphomania can be a side effect of this coma?”

Because some secret little part of her was actually kind of excited at the prospect ...