The corridor is quiet at this early hour. Monitors in the surrounding rooms chirp like mechanical crickets. It is another sleepless night as I stare motionless at the ceiling, trapped in a plaster cast from armpits to pubis.

Titanium rods are attached to the cast and extend above my head securing the halo traction which is anchored to my skull with four stainless steel screws. Head movement is impossible, even if I weren't paralyzed from the neck down.

You may ask yourself, well how did this happen? The Sunday before graduation from high school, the parties stacked up. First stop up north at John's, then Cindy and Tom's, and lastly Mark G's. At the last minute, everyone headed to the pool at Laura's house for a pool party.

Some smartass showing off for Mia the cute exchange student from Brazil, said he could dive out from the ledge on the shallow end through an inner tube and end up in the deep end. The first time he made it, thinking that was easy, tried to do it again.

The second time he had to cut his dive short, made it through the inner tube, but caught the edge of the drop-off into the deep end. The finale of the two jumps, he ended up floating dead man's style, face down.

A girl in the pool pulled his head up with his long red hair, and he said to her, "I think I broke my neck." She pushed him back underwater thinking he was joking.

Swim team members eventually pulled him out of the pool, and an ambulance was called. His parents a couple of blocks away thought, 'Boy that's close, hope it's no one we know.' Quite the day, and by the way, I was that eighteen-year-old smartass.

I hear nurse Katherine pushing her cart down the hallway. That lone wheel wobbles to its own beat, a welcoming announcement of her near arrival. Nightly, during her shifts, she silently checks on patients, leaving the six-bed ward I'm sequestered within until last.

With the three other patients in my ward checked on, Katherine slips into my curtained space with bowls of hot water for a cleansing bath.

My eyes land on her as she moves towards my hospital bed. Her soft hand reaches for my wrist as her fingers find my pulse. Surely she notes that my pulse is elevated by her presence, but her sponge baths are epic!

She draws back the light blanket and sheet surveying what isn't shrouded in plaster. "Hello, Jonathan," she coos. My erection struggles to fully engage as the condom drainage that is taped to my cock isn't at all forgiving.

Knowingly, her simple greeting and my partial arousal make it easier to unwrap the tape securing the condom. As she tenderly peels the medical-grade duct tape off, I wonder if I will have any skin left, or will it be callused and numb?

Katherine gently rolls me to my side placing a warmed blanket underneath me and rolls me to my back, proceeds to place a warm, moistened, washcloth over my semi-erection. My cock left soaking in the warmth, she baths the rest of me, asking what I had been up to today.

Laughing, I tell her of the adventures I would be having, at the lake, camping and fishing hanging with friends, if not trapped paralyzed in the hospital.

Katherine replaces the cooled washcloth on my penis with a soapy one and cleans away any adhesive left on my skin. She is meticulous in her care, running her fingers over every vein and crinkle of skin until I am rock hard. Her gentle touch and soothing voice transport me to a clawed-foot tub I fantasize we are sharing.

I can't see, but I feel her twisting her wrist and stroking me vigorously. Katherine's other hand starts to caress my thigh from knee up. She stops and I groan, then squirts more liquid soap onto the washcloth and continues.

Wishing I could stroke up into her hand, my eyes catch hers. "I know, baby," she purrs, running her hand to my balls and tugging them gently as she increases stroking me. When I am right at the edge she stops.

Shushing my protest, Katherine rinses the soap from me, looks me in the eyes, and starts to unbutton her nurse's uniform to her waist. The vision of her white lacy bra encasing luscious breasts is a total dream.

With her hand again wrapped around my cock, she spits on it, stroking me from base to bevel. Slowly and determined, over and over. Her other hand stroking my face, her breasts so close I wish I could suck on them.

Placing a finger over my lips she bends down to her other hand and licks my cockhead, I groan opening my mouth and suck her finger in, and she drops her head more, then takes me deeper still.

Pulling her finger from my mouth, Katherine strokes my paralyzed arm catching my hand, and brings it to her breast. Unable to close my hand, she squeezes her hand over mine in rhythm to her sucking.

As turned on as I was, Katherine was taking it to another level as she clutches my hand to her tit with both hands while taking me in her throat again, and again! I feel my balls tighten and I groan out as I flood her mouth. I seriously think I have died and gone to heaven.

Straightening up, Katherine moves up from my spent cock so we are face to face. With a wicked grin, she lowers her mouth between the titanium rods and kisses me.

What cum she didn't swallow she sensually tongues into my mouth. Her kisses are sweet and loving as she holds my hands to her breasts.

Returning to her duties, she replaces the condom drainage, buttons up her uniform, kisses me once again, and whispers in my ear, "See you tomorrow night, lover."

One-hell-of-a-way to spend the summer, I think.