Chapter 27: Chapter 27: Hello Nurse

CARTER

As Allison pulled into the parking lot of his apartment complex, having gotten them both home alive without being found by Tharon hunters or pulled over by the cops, she brought them in to a perfectly smooth stop. This time, she’d gently depressed the brake.

He’d spent maybe an hour teaching her to drive in a parking lot, and she was already this good at it. He was so proud of her. She really had saved both their asses tonight, first by dropping that mind whammy on Tommy, then by sealing his wounds so he wouldn’t bleed out, and finally, by fixing up his insides in the passenger seat of an Acura.

She’d done all that and still driven them home. This was the type of girl he would love to bring home to his parents. Some day. When he wasn’t wanted for attempted murder.

“Wait,” she warned firmly. “I will come around and help you out of the car.”

He nodded. “Sure thing, Allie.”

She was so cute when she got all protective. He knew she intended to be intimidating, but having her so obviously focused on his welfare was both flattering and sexy. Knowing she cared about him this much was, well... intoxicating.

He really would have to be careful over the next few days. He suspected she might try to pamper him hand and foot if he allowed it, and he wasn’t about to let her do that. It wasn’t like he’d been shot.

As he adjusted himself in the passenger seat, he hissed as what felt like a rake wiggled through his insides. The pain really was getting worse, but he’d played through pain all the time when his team needed him on the field. His insides might hurt, but he trusted he wasn’t in any real danger. Allison had made sure of that.

She opened the passenger door and offered an arm. “Grip this and pull yourself up, if you can. Use your arms and not your abdominal muscles.”

This was so much like last night, except they’d flipped the script. He couldn’t help but smile as he followed her instructions and levered his body up and out of the car easily. Despite how thin her outstretched arm looked, it held rigid as a pull up bar. She could obviously be very strong when she wished to be.

Once he was on his feet, he tested his balance. “I can walk.”

“You may feel that way, but you could still trip, which could rip my seals off and further injure you. We must get you wrapped properly. A waist brace would be ideal.”

“Best I can do tonight is bandages and gauze. But I have a whole lot of both, and some pain killers.” He was really looking forward to the pain killers.

He’d long known that if he ever got injured on the job or while out and about, he’d have to take care of himself. That was why he’d stocked up so heavily on medical supplies. Now that he’d been stabbed for the second time in his life, he appreciated his own foresight.

“Arms around my shoulders,” Allison ordered. “I will support you as we climb the stairs.”

The pain in his stomach was getting worse, like little shards of glass just poking him as he breathed, and he wasn’t looking forward to the stairs. He’d asked for a second floor because it generally meant less bugs in the apartment, but still. He sort of regretted that now.

They got up and into the apartment without injury, after which Allison insisted on helping him into the bathroom. There, she sat him down on the toilet seat and examined him in the light. Given the opportunity, he also examined himself.

A thin, transparent sheet covered his bare stomach and wounds. It almost looked like gelatin except that it was so thin, and when he touched it, it felt warm, not cold. It was also transparent. He could see his muscle, hairs, and lots of blood sealed beneath it.

He looked up at Allison. “This dressing... how’d you make it?”

“It was less made and more... detached. I apologize if it is uncomfortable.”

“Oh shit,” Carter said softly. “This is you? I hope it didn’t hurt you.” He slowly traced his fingers across the thin, warm sheet across his midriff. “Do you need it back?”

“We are focused on you now, Carter.” She looked around the bathroom with clear purpose. “Where are your medical supplies? Bandages and disinfectant?”

“Both in the medicine cabinet. With the mirror.”

“And towels? We will need to wipe away the blood.”

“Closet,” he said. “Use the blue ones. They’re old, so I don’t mind if they get ruined.”

She busied herself gathering supplies. As she pulled the bandages and gauze of the cabinet, wetted the towels with warm water, and generally hurried about the bathroom opening things and bending down, he enjoyed the view.

Now that they were out of immediate danger and in a well-lit room, he got a fresh reminder of how great her ass looked in those indecently short jean shorts. The laces up the back of her corset top were also fascinating. “Hey, Allie?”

She rummaged through the cabinet, grabbed a roll of gauze and a plastic tin of bandages, and turned once more to face him. “Yes?” The bathroom lights left a halo behind her hair and highlighted her amazing cleavage, a sight Carter couldn’t get enough of.

“You have to be the hottest nurse in the whole world right now.”

A slight smile softened her features. “You are incorrigible.”

“Pot, meet kettle.”

She set a towel nearby, knelt before him, and ripped open the box with the bandages. “You said I could enter your mind when I needed to. Are you still comfortable with that?“

“Always.”

“Then I am going to briefly numb the connections between the nerves around your stomach and flesh while I extract my dressing and apply bandages. I am... sticky, so I cannot avoid pulling on the tiny hairs of your skin as I change things. I cannot have you twitch.”

“I consent.”

“Hold still.”

She reached up to gently rest her palm on his forehead, and closed her eyes. He felt nothing odd. She then pressed her hands to the thin, gelatinous dressing around his chest.

As Carter watched in mounting amazement, the—gel?—covering his midriff receded around her hand. Eventually it vanished entirely, and fresh blood began to ooze from his wounds. Both her hands snapped away from him as Allison’s eyes snapped open.

She dabbed efficiently at the blood with the hot, wet towel. He assumed it was hot and wet. He couldn’t feel anything on that part of his middle. He appreciated that.

Allison disinfected each wound and tamped on bandages efficiently, and Carter was relieved to see that the entry points from Tommy’s knife were small enough a single square bandage covered them. The thrusts had been deep, not long. Tommy had meant to kill him.

A man that homicidal shouldn’t be running around free, but Carter could worry about Tommy later. He pondered calling Rick to warn him that Tommy was apparently on a killing spree, and then wondered how he much he could say about getting stabbed.

He’d just say he saw Tommy loitering around their car when they left. “Allie, you’re doing great with that, but now that we’ve got the wounds patched, can you get my phone from the kitchen? The white one, not the black one. It’s got a metal antenna.”

She frowned at him. “Who do you need to call?”

“I should warn Rick and Izzy about Tommy. He might go after them too.”

Her eyes widened in visible concern. “Of course.”

After she hurried out of the room, Carter took another look at the work she’d done with his bandages. He still felt no pain on his skin, though mild discomfort remained inside his midriff. Almost all the blood was gone, though the towel was ruined. Unless he bleached it.

Allison returned with his cordless phone and handed it over. “I will wrap you now.”

He raised both arms as she worked to wrap the gauze around him, then called Rick. The man had missed enough shifts at Subway that Carter had eventually demanded his number for when he didn’t call. He expected to get a voicemail, but Rick picked up two rings in.

“Bro! What’s up! Why aren’t you getting laid?” He heard Izzy laughing in the background. “Did you two finish quick?”

Carter pushed down instinctive annoyance and reminded himself Rick wasn’t that bad a guy... at least, not anymore. “Just listen. We saw Tommy lurking around when we left Red’s.”

“Oh, shit,” Rick whispered. “Let me put you on speaker. Hold on.” Rick’s voice was a bit distant as he told Izzy, “They saw Tommy lurking around Red’s.”

Izzy’s worried and angry voice echoed as it often did when she wasn’t right up on the phone. “Did he threaten you?”

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“It was more of a general glower,” Carter said. “But he was brandishing a knife.”

“Did you call the police?”

“Decided it’d be better to just leave,” Carter hedged. “We’re both fine, and I made sure that asshole didn’t follow us, but I wanted to warn you. He might be out for blood.”

Rick chortled. “Well, after you laid him out like a ten-dollar whore—”

A loud smack sounded over the phone.

“Sorry!” Rick shouted. “That was insensitive.”

“Dick,” Izzy said. At least she sounded amused.

Rick cleared his throat. “After you dropped him like a little... jerk, he’s probably pissed you showed him up so bad. Just steer clear, and thanks for the warning. We’ll be fine.”

“Good,” Carter said. “Stay safe, you two.”

“Hey, speaking of good, you should both come over to my place next time. I’ve got some records that’ll blow your mind, and some primo weed I just got—”

“Talk later.” Carter hung up.

Now almost done wrapping his chest, Allison glanced at him with visible curiosity. “You do like not cannabis?”

“Oh no, I love smoking weed. I’m just not sure I want to do it with that guy.”

She snipped off the gauze with a pair of medical scissors and tightened it up, then tamped down some tape to complete his bandages. He surveyed all she’d done and once again impressed. He’d had to wrap his own ankles and knees before after practice, but he’d never had to wrap his whole midsection. She could definitely be a nurse if she wanted.

Or, to give credit where credit was due, a surgeon.

She hurried out and came back with a glass of water, which she set aside. She then opened the pill bottle and dropped two into her palm. “Take these now.”

She’d even thought of the pain killers. She had everything handled. He took his medicine, winced as swallowing anything hurt, and rested his back against the toilet tank.

Allison sat back on her heels, simply breathing. He liked watching her breathe. She looked exhausted but relieved, and he felt guilty for making her worry so much. She was even sweating with exertion which, in this light and that top, made her even more sexy.

“You are safe now,” she said. “You will not bleed and you will heal over time. We will need to change your bandages once a day and apply more disinfectant.”

“All thanks to you,” he reminded her. “You saved my life tonight.”

She bit her lip and looked away. “I am also the reason you were stabbed.”

“That’s on Tommy. You had nothing to do with it.”

“I am not simply a human woman, Carter. I am a telepathic alien. I can sense all life around me at all times so long as I pay attention. I also constantly pick up hints of emotion from those nearby, particularly strong emotion.”

“We were all kinds of busy, and I didn’t see him either.”

“But you are not telepathic.” Allison looked back at him with visible frustration. “I am. I should have protected you, but I purposely dulled my senses so...”

He tried to lean forward, then winced and decided not to do that. “What?”

 “I dulled my alien senses to I could focus fully on my human ones.” She looked absolutely miserable.

He hadn’t known she could do that. “Why?”

“Because being with you on our date felt so wonderful, and I wanted to experience those emotions and our date as a human would.”

“Then I’m glad you were able to do that, and I want you to keep doing it in the future. Keeping us safe isn’t all on you. It’s on both of us, but regardless of what either of us were doing, that asshole rushed us from the woods. No one could have seen him coming.”

“Untrue. Had I not been absorbed in my human senses, I would have sensed and disabled Tommy before he stabbed you. We would be fine and vigorously fucking on your bed.”

Carter smiled. “Night’s not exactly over yet.”

She rose and rested a hand on his shoulder, firmly enough that he doubted he could get up if she didn’t let him. “You cannot exert your midsection in any way right now. You must be careful when rising or sitting down, and I do not recommend jogging or running. Moreover, you should not lift anything that requires you to bend your back or, really, lift anything at all.”

“I won’t do anything strenuous,” he assured her. “But I’m good now, right?”

“You will not bleed or suffer further injury if you are careful with your movements. That means no significant exertion.” She watched him. “We need to be careful now.”

“I get it. You feel like getting more comfortable?”

She tilted her head. “Do you need more pain killers? While I would not generally recommend another dose so soon, I think you would be fine. Just drowsy.”

“No, I mean...” He gestured at her boob-smooshing outfit. “Isn’t that kind of...”

“What?”

“Uncomfortable?”

“Why would it be uncomfortable?”

He’d thought she would want to free her breasts from the tight constriction of the corset top, but maybe, since she was an alien, her boobs didn’t get sore like those of other human women did. “Well, listen. We’re back in my apartment now and we’re not going out again, so if you wanted to get in your sleep clothes or whatever...”

“Oh.” Allison colored visibly. “I am teasing you unintentionally, and now that you are injured, that is hopelessly cruel. I will change into something less—”

“Allie—”

“Indecent,” she finished.

“Okay, that’s fine,” Carter agreed. He just wanted her to be comfortable.

“But first, let me help you to the bed.”

“No bed yet. Let’s watch some TV first. After all that, I’m too wired to sleep, and I don’t think I can actually lie down until the pain killers kick in. But you should go change.”

She offered an arm. “Couch first.”

He ruefully shook his head and grabbed her arm. “Yes ma’am.”

After she helped him into the living room, eased him onto the couch, and solemnly handed him the remote, she vanished into the bedroom. He wasn’t about to let her continue to wait on him like this, but there was no harm in enjoying it now. She was so damn cute.

And after staring at her incredible cleavage all night in that tight little top, he actually wasn’t all that interested in watching TV.

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