February Sucks for Walter Mitty - Sex Stories

February Sucks for Walter Mitty

... up, her eyes blazing.

"Hey!" Dave exclaimed after a minute. "That's my wife--"

"Don't tell me your problems, Dave," I chuckled drily. "I've got enough of my own." I looked down at the fury on Dee's face.

She's offended?!? How precious!

I couldn't help it: I burst out laughing. It hurt like hell, but I couldn't stop. I started coughing and blood spattered Dee's face. She screamed. I felt a spark of glee. I spat in her face. There was a lot of blood. "What the fuck!" Jane yelled, her chair falling over as she jumped back from the table.

"You don't know where I've been, Dee!" I gave a crazy laugh, tasted the coppery flavor in my mouth. "You don't know where I've been!" I was swaying, and my legs felt rubbery. Enough fun, and more than enoughFight Club quotes. I left my former friends freaking out as they tried to clean my blood off Dee.

The doorman was yet another hulk. "Well, if it isn't the big man," he chuckled. He gave me a little love tap in the ribs and I felt something shift. "You have a good night, Mike Tyson."

And then I was on the sidewalk.

The air was freezing, and my chest felt tighter. My heart was pounding.Fuck Uber, I need an ambulance. I dialed 911.

"Nine one one," the voice said through my phone. "What's your emergency?"

"I've been... beaten up," I wheezed. "I'm at... Morrison's. Near the waterfront."

"Sir...? Sir?" the voice said. "Sir?"

I tried to answer. The sidewalk was cold, but so very comfortable.

*

When I woke ...

... up, my throat was killing me, but at least I could breathe. Antiseptic smell. Beeping sounds. A hospital.Thank God.

I opened my eyes. Big window looking out into a nurse's station. My right hand was bandaged and got all tangled up with the IV tube when I pressed the call button on the bed rail. A moment later, a nurse was there. "Don't try to talk," she said. "I'll get you some ice chips."

She was back a moment later. "The doctor will be here soon," she said as she tucked the cup of ice into the crook of my arm and untangled the IV.

"Phone," I croaked. "Please."

She pulled a clear plastic bag off the side table and gently laid it beside me. "Here are your personal belongings. I'm not sure where your clothes are." She gave a gentle laugh. "Then again, it doesn't look like you're going anywhere for a while."

"What... day... is... it?" It hurt to talk, but the melting ice helped. I found my phone in the bag. 27 percent. A few texts. Nothing from Linda.

"It's 4:30 Saturday afternoon." She picked up the chart from the end of my bed. "You're at Buffalo General. You've been under sedation since they brought you in last night."

"My wife..." I began.

"We've tried to contact her, but she hasn't answered."

"Don't," I croaked. The nurse gave me a surprised look. "Don't want... see her." I scrabbled in the cup and grabbed another ice chip.

"It's hospital policy to contact the next of kin, Mr. Carlisle--"

"I'll call... parents." I swallowed. "Keep my wife ...