I love Spanish it is the greatest language ever … thought’s of Carmen dancing in nothing but her underwear clouding my head. Fuck I miss her…I miss her body a lot, the curve of her hips leading to her long legs. Her tanned skin making her a bronzed angel, her eyes that glow with the thoughts that cross her mind. Her lips showcasing that smile that plays with my heart, the black of her bra teasing my senses. Her hips swaying in time to the music breaking all thought, each beat making it harder to think. Her skin hot to the touch, radiating in sex and warmth, the edge of the table cutting into my thighs as I lean into her. My hands finding there way to her ass, god what an ass, her tongue controlling me her hands in my hair.

“Hey Shane how you doing? You up for eating?” the creaking of the door like that stupid phone making her stop.

“Uhm yeah I’m starved,” it hurts to move, each muscle cramping. “So what’s for breakfast?”

My sides pull, ripping slightly as I stand, my legs stumbling forward. Her hands catching me, gripping my sides putting me into the chair with one quick fluid movement. Wow nurse Betty is really strong for someone who’s like 50, sort of freaking me out.

“Well we have toast, oatmeal, a banana and orange juice today.” the smell is revolting and I don’t know if I can eat it. “Oh we also have your lovely shake to get those toxins out of your body.”

It looks like someone already drank it, the thick almost black green blob in one of those clear hospital cups. It taste like tar and baby food, but it stops the slow burn coming from my stomach. The thick goo sliding down my throat and I can’t believe that people drink stuff like this on there own.

“ehh, so how much is it going to take to get me out of here?” she told me yesterday that I was the only patient who hadn’t tried to bribe her; that look of annoyance making me forget the smell of what they call breakfast.

“For you darling a dream vacation to Hawaii,” she starts to check my pulse and stick’s one of those beeping things in my ear.