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Hello again! I made part two of this story! I've decided to continue it even more, too! In whole, it may make it to nine parts, provided of course I can stick with it. Again, I'd love some feedback as to how I'm doing and such. So, here's the story:

Hellooooo Nurse

4/16/09 - Day 2? I think it's like... 2 in the afternoon?

 I dunno why I'm writing this. I must be really bored or something. I just woke up today in a hospital bed, and about six hours ago I was filled in on everything that had happened. Apparently I've been asleep now for two whole days nearly, at least according to my dad and the doctors. They said I wasn't doing too well when I got there, which they thought was strange because I'd only acquired minor injuries. Two bite wounds, a little bit of torn up muscle in my arm, and some cuts and scrapes from glass. I guess that wolf had done more damage to me than I thought initially... then again, I didn‘t really have much time for assessing the damage, and all I felt throughout the whole time was those damn bites. Anyways, they said I didn't do well the first day or so. Said I was close to death with a high fever and a few other things. Then I got better, but I was still sleeping. Someone was saying something about traumatic shock. I dunno all this medical crap. My dad tried to wake me up a couple times, but I don't remember that. He said I said something about the wolf in my sleep, I don't remember that either. Hell, I don't remember much. Just that I was attacked by a wolf, dad shot it, and then I went to the hospital. According to the docs, I got stitches on my stomach and arm, but it looks mostly healed now. I wonder how stitches work? Do I have to take them out or do they go away on their own? I hope I don't have to take them out, that seems like it'd be so painful.

 Whatever though, today I feel really good, but they won't let me get up. "Stay in bed, you need the rest," they say. For some reason I feel really antsy. I just wanna get up and move around. Push ups, jogging, jumping jacks, anything at all! Heck, I've been doing like sets of 25 sit ups when nobody else is in the room. Just every once in a while though. I never was in too good of shape, but I'm so energetic feeling, I just want to mooooove. I suppose sleeping for such a long period of time does that to you. I'm fucking starving right now too of course. The puny bunch of shit they brought in for my lunch was nothing. I sucked that down like a brand new vacuum cleaner and asked for more before Brandon, a cute nurse, had finished cleaning in my room. They wouldn't give me anymore after my second one. Assholes. Well, I suppose they know what's best though, they are doctors and surgeons and nurses and whatnot. Hell, I'm just a freshman struggling through college. Back to thinking about nurses though. Brandon is a real cutie. I wonder if he's into guys? Maybe I'll slip him my number next time he comes in. Yeah, I think I will. Maybe he'll call me. God I hope he's gay. That'd be so embarrassing if he isn't.

 I'm sorta glad my dad got me this notebook before he left. At least it's something to do other than stare at TV or jack off. Not like I'd do the second in a hospital of all places. Though it is somewhat tempting with all the nurses and doctors. There‘s that one lady, some doctor, I forget her name, but she‘s hotter than hell. Brandon takes the cake though, hottest guy here, hands down... Okay, well, maybe I'm hotter... Yeah right. I'm Mr. Plain. What sucks most of all is there's nothing at all on TV. It's just crap after crap after crap, with crap for commercials too. I suppose I could draw some more. That oughta kill some time. Sheesh. Hospitals suck.

Same day, later time... Like 5 o'clock now I think.

 ... Another doodle done. Heh, I have such a dirty mind. I don't think I'll be showing it to anyone though. I bet Brandon would look cute like that though, feather duster and all. He looks so... androgynous too, and God if that doesn't make me hot I dunno what does. Eh, I'll probably toss it in the trashcan when I get home. Speaking of home, they came in a while ago and said my dad was coming to pick me up soon. In a random fit of courage, I gave my number to Brandon when he came to check up on me. I think he got the hint with the heart shape I put instead of the "o" in his name. God I'm so cheesy. Thinking of it now, it kinda seems girly... Oh well, I would be the "girl" in the relationship sometimes, maybe not all the time, but I'd totally let him pound me silly. Anyways, he just smiled at me and put it in his pocket. I think my tail was almost wagging like a stupid dog's at that point, and he could probably see the blush through my fur. Speaking of which... Ugh, I need a shower. My fur feels like it was dipped in grease. Bleck. I probably look terrible. Crap I hope that doesn't ruin my chances with him!

Even later... 9 now.

 Yay, dad's here and I get to go home soon. Plus I have real clothes instead of the shitty gown thing with no back. Now I don't have to go around exposing my fuzzy ass and balls to everyone... Not that I really care. It's just a bit chilly is all, and besides, I‘m a sexy beast, rawr. : ) Speaking of which, I swear to god my package looks bigger. Like seriously, not much, but it's noticeable. Maybe wolf bites make it bigger? Hah, doubtful. Well, whatever the reason, it's just a smidge bigger, more towards the base of it really. I noticed when I was changing, just a slight bulge at the base of it. Maybe they doped me up on something while I was getting stitches and it had a side effect of swelling up my member a bit? Slowing the blood flow or something maybe? Well, I'll see soon enough I guess. Dad just has to fill out some more paperwork and then I can get my tail outta here and get home into some cozier clothes, and like a ton of food. Typical that my dad grabbed the only human pair of jeans I have. I don't even know why I got those damn things, they don't have a tail hole, so either the pants sag real low or the base of my tail feels the pain as the things grind against it with each step I take. I'm opting more for the grinding pain right now, just cause of my dad being around. I have an "innocent straight son" image to keep up with him still. I doubt he actually thinks I am innocent, or straight for that matter, but I might as well try. I have no doubt he's seen some of the stuff I look at on my laptop once in a while. I've fallen asleep with it on, showing gay porn on the screen, straight too once in a while. Whoops... Oh well, what can I say? It makes me feel a bit happier before I go to bed, or just plain fall asleep right in the middle of waiting for the picture or video to load. Wish I had a better internet connection, would help speed up things, probably keep me awake better too. God I want food! I'll raid the fridge when I get home I suppose. I feel hungry enough to eat a horse, and not an anthro one, a real, wild horse.

 Alexander shut the little notebook for the fourth time that day, sticking the pen in the spiral binding and standing up, ignoring the loud protesting from his stomach. He tried to hold his tail still as he walked to the door, but felt off balance from doing so, and let it sway side to side, ignoring the irritation of the pants. He could make it, not like it'd kill him. He'd already lived through much, much worse two days ago. That wolf attack had done more damage to him than anything else in his life. He'd never broken a bone, and he was graceful enough that he rarely ever fell. He remembered when he was just a little kitty though, he fell all the time. He could trip on thin air and end up bawling on the floor. His mom would help him up, or his dad, whoever was around at the time. Mom usually gave him a kiss on the forehead, and dad gave him a quick scritch behind the ears. Ah the good old days before his mom was committed to a nut house. Alex didn't think very highly of his mother, especially after she started being absolutely insane. Before, she used to be a pleasant enough person to be around, and she actually did some housework and took him to fun places at random times. Afterwards though, she laid on the couch and demanded that everyone else do everything for her. That was the main reason Alex hated her anymore, because he was always around when she wanted something. The blob never did anything other than eat, gain weight, sleep, and holler for someone to get her some food. That was all in the past now, she was gone, and it was just him and dad living together. It was easy enough to make ends meet with only two mouths to feed, and Alex preferred it much more. His mother had always been nosy, even when she wasn't a lazy sack of insane crap.

 He stuck his head out the door, ears twitching this way and that as quiet sounds echoed through the halls. He looked at his dad sitting on the bench and sighed loudly. "Are you doooone yet?" He asked in a fake whiny voice. This was his third time asking in the past hour now. His dad rolled his eyes and shook his head no. "How about now?" Alex asked, grinning, joking of course.

His dad sighed and looked up at him. "It's going to be a while, go lay down or watch TV or do something. I swear they couldn't possibly have a longer bunch of crap to fill out." He muttered somewhat angrily.

Alex groaned and walked out into the hallway. "I've been sleeping for the past few days, I want nothing to do with a bed unless it‘s setting one on fire. I want to go home and bike around for a while or something. Plus there's nothing good on the TV. It's all junk." He said.

"Then go bug the nurses or something, I'm busy. Just stick near, you have to fill some of this out too." Frank said, looking back to the papers he had to fill out.

Alex noted he was on the last page at least. "Alright, fine. I'll be back in a few. Gotta see if there‘s any food anywhere." He said, and wandered off down one of the hallways.

 Hospitals were pretty boring, at least to Alex. As he walked by room and room, all he saw was nekos and furs laying in bed or sitting next to a bed watching someone in a bed. No humans were here, but that wasn't odd. Most humans lived up North anymore, up North or on the islands anyways. Nekos and furs had nearly taken over as the dominant species. He got so bored that he started to count rooms. "Two... Three... Four boring rooms, stairwell... Five... Six... Sev-Oh! Helloooo nurse." He said, the last bit in a whisper. It was an empty room except for a single nurse, which Alex easily recognized as Brandon. His short white fur and somewhat-fuzzy tail was a dead giveaway. "Hi Brandon." Alex said, stepping into the room.

Brandon jumped a little and stood up straight, turning to face Alex quickly. "Oh, sheesh little bud, you startled me." He said, smiling nervously.

Alex frowned at first. "Little? Aww C‘mon. I‘m nineteen. What are you? Like, twenty?" The frown disappeared though, and was replaced with a devilish smirk. "Aww, only startle? I meant to scare you to death." He joked, leaning against the wall. "So what's up?" He asked.

Brandon chuckled, "Well... You're short, so there. And yeah, I'm twenty-one." Brandon admitted, trying to cover up for calling Alex little, which probably only served to upset him a bit more. He quickly moved on, trying to make a joke to push that thought out of Alex's head. "Scare me to death huh? Try that and you'll be in the hospital for another week minimum. Anyways, I ain't doing nothing much really, just cleaning up the room for the next patient. Just doin' my job, you know? And what are you doing?" Brandon asked as he went back to cleaning up the room.

"I dunno, looking for food and talking to sexy nurses until my dad finishes all that crummy paperwork he has to do." Alex said, feeling his face grow warm. Wow he was really being forward today.

"Sexy nurses huh? Am I one of those?" Brandon asked, laughing at the thought. Alex didn't answer for a moment and Brandon chimed in again. "I must be to you. Pretty little kitty even gave me his phone number." Brandon said with a smirk, his tail waving a little.

 Alex was wondering if his blush could be seen through his dark fur at all, and hoped it couldn't. "I... yeah. So... Are you, uhm... Are you...?" Alex said, looking away and feeling suddenly bashful.

"Am I...? What?" Brandon coaxed him on, sitting down on the bed and watching Alex like a hawk.

"Are you... Are you, you know? Gay?" Alex asked, looking down at his feet, suddenly finding his toes much more interesting than the current conversation it seemed. Either that or so much blood was in his head from his blush that he couldn‘t hold it upright anymore.

"Awwwh, how adorable." Brandon teased in a cooing voice. "Well, first off. Are YOU gay? Answer mine and then I'll answer yours." Brandon said, sitting on the edge of the bed, his tail twitching back and forth behind him.

Alex was almost sure he'd have to go lay down again, he felt like he was burning up now. "I... uhm..." He tried to start. "I'm... Well, I'm... I'm bi." He finally admitted. Dear god! This was the first person he‘d admitted being bisexual to, and he‘d hardly known the person for more than a few hours!

Brandon giggled a bit. "Bi you say? So a cute little bi boy wants to go out with me?" He asked, smiling.

Alex nodded a little bit. "Are... Are you?" Alex asked again.

"Yup, I am." Brandon reached out and pulled Alexander stumbling over to him, giving him a tight hug before he let go. "And I tell you what. I'll think about it. Give it a day or two and maybe we'll go out and see a movie or something. I've got your number." He said with a wink. Alex felt his heartbeat triple in speed almost, too shocked by the hug to do anything but nod a little. "Well, I have to get back to work, so if you‘ll excuse me." Brandon said as he stood up, walking out into the hallway. He paused and looked back at Alex. "Oh, and get some cool water on that face bi boy, you look like you might burn all your fur off." Brandon joked, laughing as he moved on to his next room to clean up. He left Alex there with a very red face that was still showing through his brown fur.

 It took Alex a few minutes before he felt like he could be seen in public again, and when he felt confident that his face was no longer visibly red, he wandered back into the hallway, heading back towards where his father was doing some work. He saw Brandon in another room as he walked by, and felt his face grow warm again, but looked back ahead quickly, keeping his dirty mind out of the gutter. He could do something about it later, right now he had to get home, his tail was killing him. "Dad, you done?" Alex asked as he rounded the corner.

Frank was still there, still working on paper. "Actually, yes. Here, you sign here and initial these million spots, and then I think we're free to go finally." Frank said after a moment‘s pause, handing the few stapled sheets of paper to Alexander, as well as a pen.

Alex grinned and signed away, not even looking at the paper. "Alright! Let's get outta here." He said enthusiastically. Part wanted to get home so he could go out and do something. Another part of him wanted to go home and fast forward time until tomorrow so he could wait for Brandon to call him. Yet another part wanted to go home and fantasize about Brandon, lube up, and jack off until he fainted. Today would be a heck of an interesting topic for Jessie. He wondered briefly if he could get internet or not tonight, hoping he could. He contemplated sending her the drawing he made of Brandon in a too-short French Maid costume too, with no underwear of course. She would probably laugh at the picture. It wasn't exactly drawn great, and the penis head poking up from the skirt looked kinda funny.