Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... shrugged.

“I suppose that would be alright. But no smoking. Wait till you get back outside.” She told him with an envious glint in her tired grey eyes.

A candy striper led Gerald down the hall to the room that Vivian Wainwright was in. The young girl stepped over to the chair beside the bed and gently shook Trina’s shoulder to wake her up. Trina had leaned over to rest her head on her left arm that was on the bed rail, her other hand still held her mother’s hand. Trina jumped with a start and woke up. The nurse apologized.

“I just wanted to tell you that they’ll be moving your mother in a few minutes. We’re just getting a wheel chair for her now. Um… this gentleman here would like to speak to your mom, if that’s okay with both of you…” The candy striper told Trina.

Hearing the nurse talking to her daughter, Vivian opened her eyes and looked up to see who it was that had come to talk to her. She Frowned and then sighed as she recognized Sheriff Gerald Potter. Helton was not a big place, most everyone knew everyone there. Viv knew Gerald, just as she knew his friends and cohorts from as far back as elementary school. He might be the Sheriff now, but as far as she was concerned, he was just a plain old opinionated, puffed up full of himself, bull headed good old boy. Not far removed from her own husband and his card playing asshole friends.

The candy striper stood still, a little uncertain as to what she should say or do, waiting on a response from Vivian. She ...

... looked from her to the Sheriff and to Trina and back to Vivian as if hoping someone would say something.

“Mrs. Wainwright?” She began, only to be interrupted by Vivian nodding and waving her hand dismissively to signify it was alright. At that, the young girl turned and almost bolted from the room.

“Viv.” Gerald began by way of greeting, nodding to Vivian and Trina.

“Gerald.” Vivian responded back at him, still with a grimacing frown on her darkened face.

“I… um… I’ve already spoken with Hank Lipscomb earlier today… I won’t go into… what happened last night.” He stated haltingly, fidgeting with his hat in his hands as he glanced from Vivian to Trina and back. He was uncertain as to how much the younger girl knew of the situation that landed Viv here in the hospital, but he didn’t want to add to the misery.

“Then what are you doing here Gerald?” Viv barked with a bit of a sarcastic laugh in her voice.

Trina looked alarmed, looking back and forth between the Sheriff and her mother.

“Mom?” She began as she stood up next to her mother’s bed.

“Trina, baby, could you go find that nice little nurse and ask for a glass of water for me?” Vivian gave her daughter a faint smile with her request. Trina nodded and reluctantly left the room, glancing questioningly at the Sheriff again as she walked past him to the door.

After Trina had left the room, Gerald looked back to Vivian who was staring a hole through him. Her face still clouded and pained, but also tired. ...