Hospitals Can Be Dangerous Places
by Jim Priest
Copyright© JIM P 1995
Darkness, all I could see was darkness. And in the darkness something moved. Something black, but you could sense it’s presence emanating evil as it moved. It moved through the darkness spiralling in towards me and as it moved it grew, elongating itself so that eventually it would smother everything. I tried to hide but there was no escape, it closed in spiralling closer and closer.
I gave a cry then awoke in a cold sweat. A dream, a stupid dream. I lay back and pondered its significance then gave up and went back to sleep.
Scott entered the hospital and made his way to the top floor. There was a police officer patrolling the corridor. Scott lurked in the shadows by the stairwell until the policeman had turned his back, then he snuck across the corridor into an office on the other side. All he had to do now was wait for the chance to get into Sir Nigel’s private room and interrogate him about whatever it was that Jim Priest was up to.
Suddenly a matron entered the room Scott was hiding in. She was a mature woman of West Indian origin and extremely large built. Her massive boobs bounced under her dark blue uniform like two mammoth water filled balloons. She didn’t see Scott hiding behind the door and went to the roster chart pinned to the notice board on the opposing wall. “What a huge fat nigger” Scott thought to himself (he is a racist). He noticed her massively muscled calves that bulged and flexed as she walked even though she was wearing flat soled plimsolls. Foolishly he dismissed this as a result of supporting her massive fat bulk.
Police constable Johnson patrolled the corridor, cup of coffee in his hands. This was boring guarding the stuck up minister, Sir Nigel, who was in a private room at the far end. He turned and started walking back. He didn’t see a door on the right open and two youths sneak up behind him. An arm came from behind and pulled his head back, a blade swished from left to right cutting deep cutting deadly.
The youths carried his body to the storage room they just left and hid him behind some boxes. “f’king laugh ain’t it eh?” laughed one. “f’king brilliant” sniggered the other.
Shutting the door behind them they snuck quietly up the corridor.
The matron turned around and saw Scott. “What the hell are you doing in here?” she demanded “You ain’t allowed in here. What have you stolen?, empty out your pockets”. “Get stuffed big fat nigger. Go back to your own country. Us English don’t have answer to wogs like you” Scott shouted. “Ah a racist eh?, well I think you need to be taught some respect” the matron replied as she approached Scott. Scott tried to ward her off but she grabbed his arms and pushed them easily out to his sides. She then wrapped her massive arms around his body and pulled him against her pillow-like chest in a devastating bear hug.
“orrrghh” Scott felt himself dangling in the air, crushed against her ample breasts that squashed like cushions beneath his chest. But they did not ease the awesome crush around his middle that threatened to cave his chest in. “Where’s your white supremacy now little man?” she told him as he struggled to breath. She held him so tight that his chest couldn’t expand when he tried to breathe. He put his hands to the woman’s massive arms and realised too late that they weren’t fat when he felt rock solid muscle bulging awesomely underneath her sleeve. She effortlessly pulled him tighter against her chest. His face turned red and his body went rigid just for a moment before he went limp in her mighty arms.
Sir Nigel laid in his hospital bed fuming. He had told the police that a gang of unemployed commoners had broken into his home and beaten him up badly. He was too ashamed to admit that it was his pregnant ex-mistress who thrashed him thoroughly with her karate skills [JIMP#9]. Because nothing had been stolen, the police had thought it was a politically motivated attack and had insisted on putting him in an isolated ward “for his own protection”. They had even denied him the use of a phone “in case the political activists tried to trace the call”. That was why he was fuming, he couldn’t warn Cole and the others about this private detective Priest.
Just then the door opened and two unruly lads entered the room. He guessed they were in their late teens or early twenties, shabby looking in T-shirt and jeans. “This is a private room, get out before I have you thrown out” he told them. “f’king bastard” one swore at him. “Unemployed I shouldn’t wonder. You all should be put down instead of scrounging dole” Sir Nigel replied. “Oh we’ve a job all right mush” one lad told him as he approached the bed “In fact we’ve a message from Maggie”. He drew out a knife and slashed it across his neck blood splaying everywhere across the pillows and bed-covers.
Sister Susan Francis entered the private room to check on Sir Nigel. To her horror she saw a youth standing by the bedside laughing as he watched the minister’s lifeblood drain into the sheets.
She turned immediately to leave the room to call for help, but a second youth she didn’t see standing behind the door pushed her roughly with both hands against her breasts shoving her back. She tripped and fell undignified to the floor with her legs splayed. Grinning he closed the door and pushed a stack of chairs against it “Er Frog look what’ve got here. A nurse. We like women in uniforms don’t we Frog?”. “Ph-roooorh, look at that Spud, sheer black stockings and suspenders. Coor great legs love” said the other youth. “I’m a sister actually” Susan replied as she closed her legs as elegantly as possible and rose to confront the youth by the door “Now get out of my way so I can get help for this poor man”.
Spud looked at the woman in front of him and laughed “You’re not going anywhere love. We want a good feel of your stockings”. Fairly plain looking, he thought, about 5’10” with short black hair, a long oval face, brown eyes, heavy eyebrows, a slightly bulbous nose and a wide mouth. “Nice legs shame about the face” he says “but then we’re not going to be looking at your face when we’re giving you one”. The youths laugh. He guesses she is in her mid to late thirties “A bit for my liking, never mind probably means you’re more experienced”. They laugh again. He looks at her body, slender, average build with long legs. “Bet you’ve got a hot bod under that to go with those legs” he says as and steps towards her. “Probably goes like the clappers like that other nurse. What was her name Spud?” called Frog. “Candy, nurse Candy. Yeah she went all right” Spud sniggered.
Candy Bateson!, she was the pretty young nurse who was brutally raped and murdered last year!. Everyone liked her, she was pleasant, charming and a good worker. Susan was shocked. In anger she snapped a front kick to Spud’s front knee, causing him to flinch backwards. Grabbing his arm with both hands she stepped forward, twisted and threw him over her hip to crash to the floor. “You murdered that sweet innocent girl!” she exclaimed as Spud tried to get to his feet. “Not so innocent by the time we’d finished with her. Heh heh. F’king lark, eh?” sniggered Frog.
“You bitch. I’ll teach you” Spud said as he picked up a blood pressure meter, approached her, raised it and swung it down towards her head. Susan raised her arms, crossed and straight to trap his arm blocking the block. Still holding his arm straight, she turned her backside into his body, bent at the waist and threw him over her hip.
“Jeez Spud can’t you handle a simple woman?” Frog said in disgust and walked towards the sister. Susan grabbed him by the shirt. Turning sideways, she lifted him off his feet and threw him down hard onto his back. “Candy was a warm wonderful person who everyone loved. She didn’t deserve to be your plaything to use and discard” Susan told the youths, tearing filling her eyes as she remembered the warm-hearted young nurse.
She was angry now, she knew she should go and get help but she was so livid at what these yobs had done that she wanted to take the law into her own hands. They might be unlucky and get a life sentence but nowadays that meant three or four years in jail and then release with good behaviour. Life should mean life, and if the system wouldn’t give them it, she would. She moved towards Spud who had got to his feet. “I’ll make you pay for what you’ve done” she told him as she brought her arms inside his and then moved her left arm up and over his right arm, grabbing him above his elbow with her hand on the underside of his arm. Moving to his left side she captured his wrist between her arm and the
side of her body. “We get a lot of attacks on nurses these days” she tells him as she places her left foot in front of him and her right foot behind him. “So I learnt Aikido to defend myself from the likes of you” she says as she brings her right arm behind his body and gets a good tight hug on him. “I’m going to punish you bad” she continues. Pushing him slightly forward to off-balance him, she brings her right foot and hip across the front of his body, bends forward at the waist and throws him over her hip.
Sister Susan caught a movement out of the side of her eye and turned in time to see Frog lunge at her with a knife coming overhead towards her head. With a few inches to spare, she manages to raise her arms to block the knife. Moving one arm over his, she uses her elbow to pulls his elbow in tight against her chest. Then she bends his arm back. “aarggh” he cries in agony. “Drop the knife or I’ll break your arm” she orders “and don’t think you’ll get any preferential treatment just because you’re in a hospital”. “arggh” Frog has no choice, he is forced to drop the knife.
Still locking his arm against her body with her right arm, Susan grabs Frog’s shoulder with the same arm and pulls his body to lean over backwards, while stepping her leg forward so his back rests against it. Frog watched in horror as her left hand held flat and rigid delivers a chop to his exposed throat. Susan lets him fall backwards to the floor, clutching his throat choking. “That always works a treat on drunken old men who think a nurse is fair game for a grope” she tells him as he coughs and splutters before her feet.
Susan went over to check on Sir Nigel. He was probably dead, it might be too late but maybe could be saved if she acted now. She reached towards the red button above the bed to call for assistance, but before she could reach it, Spud pulls her away violently. Spud wraps his arms around her and pulls her into a bear hug. “Say you prayers bitch” he sneered as she gasped for breath, her feet barely touching the ground. “argg” she cries as she feels the strong hold of the youth. She had to act fast, she wouldn’t be able to stand much more of this. Despite her blurred vision and light-headedness, she finds his face with her hands and pushes up under the chin with both hands. At the same time she struck with her knee, not really knowing where it would hit. “Jeez...” Spud drops her and bends forward nursing his groin “bitch ... bloody bitch”.
Susan got to her hands and knees, panting heavily to catch her breath back. Slowly she rose and headed towards the door to get help. As she reached out to move the chairs stacked in front of it, a arm reaches out from behind and wrapped itself around her neck. “A tough bird aren’t you?” Frog says in her ear “well let’s see what you’ve got. Come on Spud pull yourself together and help”. Still nursing his groin, Spud approached and lifted up the hem of her uniform. “Corr! f’king hell what a sexy pair of legs!” he exclaimed as Susan’s sexy long legs were revealed in their entirety sheathed in sheer black stockings and suspenders. “Worr I’m having some of that” he said as he started tugging at her knickers. Susan’s right leg kicked up fast and hard right between his legs. For a moment Spud just stood there his mouth opening and shutting noiselessly. Then he let out a moan and sunk to his knees clutching his groin.
At the same moment Susan grabbed Frog’s choke arm and bent forward shoving her shapely backside into his crotch, then throwing him over her head.
Frog hit the tiled floor hard. His back hurt like hell from her throws and his head was in a daze. He looked up to see the nurse grab his arm and twist it hard. “On your feet. I haven’t finished with you yet” she tells him as she forces him to his feet. Placing her foot in his gut, she grabbed him by the front of his shirt and fell backwards, flipping him over her body. Frog landed with a thud, his back once more battered by the tiled floor.
“You’re not man enough to handle me. You’re just little boys” she sneered as Frog groggily got to his hands and knees. “Bitch” he mutters. “What did you say?” she demands walking towards him “apologise”. Frog stands but before he has a chance to defend himself she grabs one of his hands. Lifting his arm high in the air, she leans her body into him and throws him over her hip. His body flies through the air in an arc pivoted by her holding his hand to land heavily on his back. He cries out as the pain sears once more through his back.
Spud could see that Frog was in trouble. She was standing over Frog waiting for him to get up so she could throw him again. Spud found the fallen knife and picked it up then got to his feet and lunged at her back. Susan heard the rustle of clothes behind her, spun around to see a knife plunging towards her chest. Her arms shot out in an instant grabbing his knife arm with both hands, one holding the wrist, the other at the back of his elbow. She twisted his arm and forced him to the ground. “Boys shouldn’t play with knifes” she told him as she knelt by his side “someone might get hurt”. Spud screamed as she applied downwards pressure to his elbow while pulling on his wrist. There was the crack of bone as she broke his arm. “oh god oh god” Spud cried in disbelieved “she’s broke my arm. oh god” he wept.
Frog looked in horror as his mate cried in agony, his arm bent at an unnatural angle. “You bitch” he yelled as he ran across the room and aimed a kick at the nurse as she got up from the floor. Susan turned her body and brought her arm across the path of the kick catching his leg. She then stuck his knee hard with her elbow. “arghhh” Frog screamed as she dislocated his knee.
Susan approached Spud who had now gotten to his feet. “Leave me alone for god’s sake” he pleaded as she neared. “Like you left Nurse Candy alone eh?” she replied. Spud tried to punch her with his good arm, but she blocked it with both hands up. She grabbed his arm with her forearm against the inside of his lower arm, turned her backside into his body and bent forward throwing him over her hip.
“Please get a doctor, you’ve broken my leg” begged Frog. Susan bent down to face him “Oh what a baby it’s only a dislocated knee. Now I think you owe me an apology?”. “Get stuffed” he spat. She slapped his ear. “arggh” Frog cried and looked up in time to see Susan’s elbow drive hard itself into his face. His nose broke and blood spurted over his face, but his torment wasn’t over with yet. Susan stomped her foot hard into the pit of his stomach. “brghhhrgg” Frog collapsed clutching his middle, badly winded.
Susan walked towards Spud who cowered in fear as she stood over him. “No please no have mercy” he begged. “I’ll show the same mercy you showed Candy” she told me as she sat on her knees behind him and brought her right arm around his neck. “This is a blood choke” she told him “I do hope you enjoy it, because I certainly will”. She brought her biceps and the edge of her forearm onto the sides of his neck forming a tight seal. She put her right hand into the crease of her elbow and against her left biceps and brought her left hand behind him to rest on the back of his head. “arkk” Spud could hardly breathe within the tight hold. He felt the pressure increase as she brought her elbows together and shrugging back her shoulders. He felt her chest in his back as he lay helpless and snug in her arms, the blood circulation cut off from his brain. He started to go limp in her arms but she held the choke for another 30 seconds to make sure he wasn’t faking it. She released him and let him flop to the floor.
Frog was shocked “You’ve, you’ve killed him” he stammered nervously. “No, he’s having a little sleep. Now where’s my apology?” she asks. Despite his knee, Frog uses the bed to pull himself to his feet. “Who said you could get up?” Susan tells him as she grabs his arm and chops him on the side of the neck. Frog collapses on the bed. “Imagine thinking you cowards could face me in a fight” she laughs as she pulls Frog up by the arm. She turns to the side and bends to load him onto her back then threw him over her hip.
“orghh my back” he cries. He looks up in fear as Susan reaches down, applies an arm bar and forces him to his feet again. “Please no my leg’s killing me” he cries “I apologise I apologise”. He watched as she moved her body directly beside him and reached around his waist with both arms. Bending at the knees, she swings her hips under him and leans back slightly so that his body leaves the ground. “Admit it, I’m too much woman for you to handle” she sneers, turns his body and drops him on his back.
Frog cries aloud at the punishment his back is receiving, but the sister from hell shows no mercy. “You’re not fit to be called human” she sneers as she grabs his arm forcing him to his feet once more. “Please, you’re too much woman for me to handle. No more please” he cries. Facing his body she bends forward placing her head against his right side. Frog sees an opportunity and wraps his arm over her neck and locks it “got you now bitch”. But that was what Susan was hoping for. She grabs his wrist with her left hand and places her right hand over his left shoulder. “Die bitch” Frog says, tears still in his eyes as he tries to tighten the headlock. Susan drops her left hand down and reaches between his legs and grabs his arse. “oi! stop that” he exclaims in surprise. Swinging her hips into him she lifts him to a horizontal position, with his chest across her shoulders. “Still want to fight?” she asks as she slams his body to the ground.
Susan looks at the pathetic sobbing youth lying by her feet. For a moment she considers calling security, then she sees the dead minister brutally murdered in a hospital bed. She bends down and once more forces Frog to his feet. He doesn’t resist her, all the fight has gone from him. “You’re disgusting. You don’t deserve to live the way you treat people” she tells him. Holding his hand with her left hand and grabbing his forearm with her right, she places her right foot against his left hip. She squats down on her left leg, letting her weight fall back causing Frog to lose his balance and fall forwards in a corkscrew manner. He hits the floor and rolls onto his back. Susan slips her right leg across his body and swings her left leg over his head. The feel of her nylons against his face and the view of her suspenders gives Frog a hard-on. Then he is crying is agony as she leans back stretching his arm. “arggh you win you win please let go” he begs.
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