noxulous

I was at a bar for some reason and hanging out. I think they had a special in-house energy drink i liked. The bartender was this beautiful goth girl, covered in tattoos, tasteful amounts of piercings, and the most sexy of goth outfits, it was a skirt and a top with straps that form a pentacle.
“You’re in here often but you dont drink, thats weird.” She said. “I drink, just not alcohol.” I replied. “Why not alcohol? Its a social lubricant.” “Diabetes, and i dont need it.” “No? And why not?” “I’m talking to you already~” “Heh… Alright buddy, you know hitting on the bartender doesn’t work right?” “I’m not, but we’re talking, and it’s nice.”
Heard the sound of a fight, then gun shots, i felt something warm, there was blood on the counter, it was mine. The shooter was jumped and taken down.
The bartender didn’t scream or panic, she began calling an ambulance and administering first aid. The way she talked felt familiar.“I got a male, late 20’s to early 30’s one gunshot through the upper right quadrant of the
abdomen, bullet went through. He’s going into tachycardia and is bleeding heavily. I am
administering first aid on the scene.”
There was chatter on the phone and she responded with the address of the bar.
The EMTs and police got there fast and got me in the ambulance, the bartender came
with. The paramedics seemed to know her.
“Sera thank god, he’s in good hands with you.”
“Flattery will get you nowhere Donald.” She replied as they took my vitals as Sera kept
pressure on my wound.
“Hey… It isn’t your fault if i die.” I said.
“Don’t talk like that. You’re gonna make it.”
“I’m not saying i don’t trust you to save me, i’m saying if you can’t, it isn’t your fault.”
“…. How are you so calm?”
“Dunno… This is just how i react to mortal injuries, i don’t mind the prospect of death. It
sounds peaceful…”
“Yeah ok buddy… No peace for you on my watch, alright?”
“I will endeavor not to die.”They drained a pleural effusion and gave a blood transfusion, they just let the bartender
help with the needle sticks. She explained offhandedly.
“Didn’t have time to scrub.”
And they accepted that answer. I was eventually deemed stable after some stitches and
taken up to my room.
The bartender reappeared wearing nurse scrubs.
“Hey Roy, i’m here to take your vitals and help with pain. Scale of 1 to 10 how would
you rate you pain?”
“A five ”
She smirked and chuckled.
“I’ll get ya the good stuff then.”
She came back with 2 syringes, she uncapped one and began injecting it in-line through
my IV.
“That’s the dilaudid…”
Then used the other syringe.
“… And that’s saline to wash the line…”I felt the characteristic wave of euphoria mixed with mild nausea that comes from a full
1mg dose of dilaudid. Taking a deep and slow breath as it kicked in.
She leaned over my bed, holding onto both of the handgrips on my hospital bed.
“Mmmm… Good isn’t it? When it hits your veins and gives you that warm, intense, full
body pleasure… Nothing else is quite like it~” she said with an almost sinister pleasure
in her voice, her gaze half lidded, biting her lip.
“There is one thing that’s like it. Not exactly like it but…” I replied, trailing off as i gave
her a look.
“Ohhh… You got me there~” she said in a gentle seductive voice before standing
upright again.
“Call if you need anything~” she said before leaving.
I closed my eyes and woke up being rushed down the hall. Unable to breathe.
“Slow deep breaths, ok?” Nurse Sera said frantically.
I nodded and tried to breathe meditatively.
“They’re gonna get that fluid out then do a CT with contrast to find the bleed, then they’ll
fix it, alright? Just hold on!” She shouted in a mild panic.
They removed the fluid and got me prepped for the CT.
“Hey… I already said this… But it won’t be your fault ok?” I tried to reassure her.“Shut it! You’re gonna be fine ok?” She replied, high strung.
The ct with contrast was done, i felt the warm fluid course through my whole body. The
techs reported that they found a bleed and surgery was necessary.
They began rushing me to surgical.
“Alright buddy… They’re gonna fix you up in surgical then you’ll be just fine, ok?” Sera
said, seemingly barely believing it herself.
“I know, i trust you.” I said softly to her. Trying to give her a sense of calm.
“How are you still so calm? Surgery is scary for most.”
“It’s not so bad actually. I go to sleep, and i wake up in a fever haze as the drugs wear
off”
“Heh… Come here often?” She asked jokingly.
“Been twice, no big deal. I’m harder to kill than you might think~” i said reassuringly.
I suddenly woke up, unable to fully see as the drug haze wore off. Burning up from the
anesthetics’ after effects.
I was taken back to my room by Sera who seemed alot calmer.“Morning sleepyhead, you pulled through like a champ.” She said softly.
As my bed was put back in my room, she took my vitals again. She did that thing nurses sometimes do where they wrap their arm around yours and hold it between their breasts to keep it straight and still.
“Mmm that’s funny, your heartrate and BP are increasing suddenly, even though you’re on central nervous system depressants, feelin’ ok~?” She asked flirtatiously.
“Don’t wanna be accused of hitting on the bartender again, i’m told it never works~” I replied.
“Mmm that’s true… But hitting on the nurse sometimes does…” She looked at the monitor and continued “oohh it’s increasing again, how odd~”
I looked up at her face as it turned red and remarked, “I see your heartrate and BP are up as well… You’re blushing~”
“Shut up~” she replied playfully.
She continued after releasing my arm, “You seem stable. Vitals are all good. I gotta go do my rounds, i’ll be back around in 2 hours to manage pain.” She left my room. I noticed a scrap of paper left on my bed. I unfolded it, and it said: *”call if you need me”* along with her phone number.