more angry than hurt and maybe even more stupid than angry, it still didn’t diminish the ache in his chest. Getting to his feet, he looked down at Sandy. “Should we just leave her like that?”
Tea considered the question. “We could tie her up, I guess. Or just keep zapping her.”
“Let’s find something to tie her up with,” he said. He didn’t think he could stomach zapping her repeatedly with the taser unless it was in self-defense.
They found panty-hose and bras and tied her up with those. As an afterthought, Tea stuck someone’s dirty sock in the nurse’s mouth to keep her from shouting for help and causing them further trouble. Once she was securely tied, they dragged her to the back of the locker room where the laundry bins were, lifted her up and tossed her inside one of them. A bunch of dirty scrubs and towels went in on top of her.
“That ought to keep her quiet for a while,” Tea said. She leaned over the laundry bin and shouted, “Maybe this will teach you that violence only begets violence!”
Ed found himself feeling grateful to her. She’d actually managed to get a smile out of him.
20
A little less than an hour later and they were bravely putting their new plan into action.
It was Tea who dressed as a nurse, wearing peach scrubs too big for her but they didn’t think anyone would notice with all the commotion going on.
In front of her, she pushed a wheelchair in which Ed sat, his entire head and hands wrapped in thick gauze, only his eyes and lips showing. A blanket covered the lower half of his body under which was the belly portion of Tea’s fat suit. Anyone who studied his chest would see the top half of a flowery maternity dress beneath which huge breasts protruded, eagerly awaiting the milking that most certainly was in their future.
In reality, the breasts were the small pillows always found on examining room tables, bunched up into balls that kept their shape with the help of surgical tape.
Tea wheeled the chair up to the sliding glass doors where Ed had recently flipped off the angry mob.
“We’re never gonna get away with this,” Ed said, his voice muffled.
“We have to try,” she replied. “And just be quiet. You’re a pregnant burn victim. You’re in no mood to speak. In fact, it might be best if you just pretend to be asleep.”
“How will you get me in the car if I’m asleep?”
It took a while for her to answer. “Good point. You’re awake, but you still can’t talk.”
“Won’t they think it’s weird that the nurse is driving off with a pregnant burn victim?”
“I have no idea. But, you’re being transferred to a facility better equipped to handle your injuries. And besides, all the ambulances are out on calls. I’m going above and beyond the call of duty. Maybe dropping you off at another hospital on my way home from work.”
“You’re a regular Florence Nightingale.”
“A what?”
“Never mind. Why is a nurse parked in the visitor’s parking lot?”
“I don’t know,” she snapped. “Stop asking so many questions.”
“I just want to know my part.”
“Okay. You’re part is to sit there and play shut the fuck up.”
“This isn’t gonna work.”
“Probably not with that attitude.”
“Jesus.”
“Yeah, good idea. Mumble a prayer or something. Pretend to be delirious. But make sure you do it in a high squeaky voice.”
Ed groaned miserably. “Let’s just get it over with.”
Without warning him, Tea yelled over to the nurse at the front desk. “Open up! Can’t you see this woman needs a better hospital!”
The nurse glowered at them, but unlocked the door long enough for them to slip through it. Pushing the wheelchair fast, Tea made a beeline for her car, wheeling through the crowd.
“Oh
Tea considered the question. “We could tie her up, I guess. Or just keep zapping her.”
“Let’s find something to tie her up with,” he said. He didn’t think he could stomach zapping her repeatedly with the taser unless it was in self-defense.
They found panty-hose and bras and tied her up with those. As an afterthought, Tea stuck someone’s dirty sock in the nurse’s mouth to keep her from shouting for help and causing them further trouble. Once she was securely tied, they dragged her to the back of the locker room where the laundry bins were, lifted her up and tossed her inside one of them. A bunch of dirty scrubs and towels went in on top of her.
“That ought to keep her quiet for a while,” Tea said. She leaned over the laundry bin and shouted, “Maybe this will teach you that violence only begets violence!”
Ed found himself feeling grateful to her. She’d actually managed to get a smile out of him.
20
A little less than an hour later and they were bravely putting their new plan into action.
It was Tea who dressed as a nurse, wearing peach scrubs too big for her but they didn’t think anyone would notice with all the commotion going on.
In front of her, she pushed a wheelchair in which Ed sat, his entire head and hands wrapped in thick gauze, only his eyes and lips showing. A blanket covered the lower half of his body under which was the belly portion of Tea’s fat suit. Anyone who studied his chest would see the top half of a flowery maternity dress beneath which huge breasts protruded, eagerly awaiting the milking that most certainly was in their future.
In reality, the breasts were the small pillows always found on examining room tables, bunched up into balls that kept their shape with the help of surgical tape.
Tea wheeled the chair up to the sliding glass doors where Ed had recently flipped off the angry mob.
“We’re never gonna get away with this,” Ed said, his voice muffled.
“We have to try,” she replied. “And just be quiet. You’re a pregnant burn victim. You’re in no mood to speak. In fact, it might be best if you just pretend to be asleep.”
“How will you get me in the car if I’m asleep?”
It took a while for her to answer. “Good point. You’re awake, but you still can’t talk.”
“Won’t they think it’s weird that the nurse is driving off with a pregnant burn victim?”
“I have no idea. But, you’re being transferred to a facility better equipped to handle your injuries. And besides, all the ambulances are out on calls. I’m going above and beyond the call of duty. Maybe dropping you off at another hospital on my way home from work.”
“You’re a regular Florence Nightingale.”
“A what?”
“Never mind. Why is a nurse parked in the visitor’s parking lot?”
“I don’t know,” she snapped. “Stop asking so many questions.”
“I just want to know my part.”
“Okay. You’re part is to sit there and play shut the fuck up.”
“This isn’t gonna work.”
“Probably not with that attitude.”
“Jesus.”
“Yeah, good idea. Mumble a prayer or something. Pretend to be delirious. But make sure you do it in a high squeaky voice.”
Ed groaned miserably. “Let’s just get it over with.”
Without warning him, Tea yelled over to the nurse at the front desk. “Open up! Can’t you see this woman needs a better hospital!”
The nurse glowered at them, but unlocked the door long enough for them to slip through it. Pushing the wheelchair fast, Tea made a beeline for her car, wheeling through the crowd.
“Oh
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