Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... him.

“I mean it, Cam. Don’t mention anything about Duke, or about… well… you know. None of that needs to be brought up again… ever.” He spoke with a low rumbling voice that sounded like distant thunder in Cam’s ears.

“Yes Sir.” Was all Cam said before he turned the knob and opened the door and walked out.

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“Miss Wainwright?” the receptionist at the waiting room desk called, one hand writing on her ledger, the other giving a come here motion, the phone still cradled between her ear and her shoulder.

Trina looked up with a worried expression on her face, her soft brown eyes were puffy and red. She rose from the rough and worn fabric covered chair in the emergency department waiting room in Kansas City, and crossed the room on shaky legs. Her whole body shaky really, mostly from anxiety and worry over her mother. It’d been a long night, and it wasn’t over yet.

“Okay… I’ll send her on back… uh huh… okay.” The receptionist said into the phone before hanging up and looking up at Trina’s worried face.

“They said you can go on back to the recovery room. Just down this hallway to door four on the right.” She informed Trina while pointing down the hall.

Trina thanked the lady and nervously clutching her purse in both hands in front of her, she shuffled uncertainly down the hall looking for the recovery room she’d been directed to find. A nurse was stepping out of the room as she arrived at the door. The nurse smiled and held the door for her and ...

... motioned for Trina to go on in.

Inside the room, Trina found her mother lying on her side facing the doorway. Her eyes were swollen and her cheeks were reddened and tear stained from crying. When she saw Trina standing there she grimaced and closed her eyes in shame as her bottom lip began to quiver as if she were about to start crying, again.

“Momma?” Trina queried hesitantly, still clutching her purse to her chest as she edged into the room towards her mother’s bed.

Trina’s hand shook and her own lower lip trembled as she saw her mother laying on her side facing her. The hospital gown that closed in the back was partially undone, from the waist down her mother’s bottom hung out. Not that it was bare, it was in fact covered with a massive bandage wrapping that almost looked like a diaper. Trina knew it wasn’t a diaper however, as she had had to hold a blood sodden hand towel to her mother’s backside until she could sit down in the passenger seat of her father’s car. Trina had then driven from their home in Helton all the way to Kansas City to the emergency room of the hospital.

Technically, Trina should not have been driving, she didn’t even have a license yet, but she’d known how to drive for years, driving the tractors and trucks used on the farm. More importantly, she shouldn’t have had to drive her mother, her father should have been driving. But then, he was kind of the reason they had to go to the hospital to begin with.

Why did her parents and their friends ...