Chapter 16

The lights were dim, but not too dim for Jill to see her surroundings. Everything looked so different. The walls were white and clean and the bed she lay on was firm and comfortable. Her arm hurt from the intravenous needle, but otherwise she felt okay if not a little sleepy. She couldn't feel anything, like walking in a dream. Jill yawned. At the foot of the bed were several people whose features she had difficulty in distinguishing. They all smiled so they must befriends, she thought. Then a man dressed in white approached the bed and in his hand was a long needle. The needle jabbed into her skin with almost no sensation. Jill closed her eyes.

Watching the doctor administer the injection were Kevin and Jill. They smiled and were tempted to rush to her bedside, when Jill's eyes batted open. But the doctor advised against such a move. Even under the heavy sedation, their presence might jar her memory. Better to leave her to rest for several days.

"Doctor, how long will it be?" asked Kevin.

Doctor Mead looked up from his clip board and gently led Kevin and his beautiful companion away into his consultation room.

"It's hard to say," he said. "Until we see the extent of her damage. She's been through a lot you know."

Kevin shuttered. No telling how long she had been trapped on the upper floor. Or how many men had been to bed with her.

"The brain is a remarkable part of the body," Dr. Mead continued. "It can take a lot of punishment, before cracking up. I think she has a very good chance of making a full recovery."

"I do hope so," said Jill, gripping Kevin's arm. He gave her cheek a light kiss. Even though he no longer loved her, Kevin did hope Jill would make a full recovery.

"Rest and relaxation," he said. "The old R and R will do it for her."

The police still had some questions about Sweeney's "accidental" death, but Kevin had learned his story to the last detail. Besides, he never had pushed him, just intimidated Sweeney until he fell over the ledge. Now with Jill safely inside .the mental hospital, he could go back to the room with Jill and have a much deserved rest.

"One last thing," said Dr. Mead. "This was found in Miss Watson's possession by an orderly when admitted to the emergency room."

They both stared at Dr. Mead. He held forward an oblong, cigar shaped device wrapped in a cloth napkin. Mead watched with practiced impartiality, glancing at Jill then at Kevin.

Jill's heart raced within her breast. For in those few crazy seconds before Sweeney's death she had seen the dildo stub sticking from Jill Watson's rectum, and had pulled it free. Somehow Jill had gotten it back in the confusion, perhaps even jammed the dildo back up her bleeding hole.

The smell sickened her at first. The stick, having pulled it from its lodgings, was a creamy brown color, a mixture of the girl's cum and her own shit.

God, it had smelled awful. And she could never forget, Jill screaming as the dildo was pulled free of her asshole. The poor deranged girl actually wanted the dildo back, so she could LICK IT CLEAN!

For a terrifying moment, Jill thought that Dr. Mead was giving back the device the way he had gotten it. Silly, she thought, hospitals are so sanitary.

Kevin looked impassively at the wrapped package. "Doesn't mean much to us," he said. 'Throw it away if you like."

"No!" Jill almost screamed. She took the dildo from Dr. Mead and put it in her purse. "That's fine, doctor, and thank you very much."

They left shaking hands. But as they walked out to the front where a cab waited for them, Kevin turned and asked, "What do you have there?"

"An invention," she answered coolly. "A hobby for lonely women."