“Hey!! Are you bleeding?” she said, and reached for my hand as I pulled it away. “You are!! Let me see” and she grabbed my arm and pulled it. I could not resist her as she lifted my arm, and slowly unwrapped my hand. Suddenly she took off to the bathroom with my arm, and therefore me in tow.
“What happened?” she asked, but I could only grunt. I was shaking again, it was a tough choice what the cause was. Blood loss, fear, hyperventilation … all three, take your pick.
She was efficient and quick, she had the first aid kit out, she had my hand under cold water and was carefully examining my wound. Her beautiful eyes were wide looking at the wound and at me, then I saw the lightbulb go off. She looked at the wound, then reached down and took off her shoe.
She examined the heel, which was splattered with blood, my blood. I was shocked, there was a small scrap of skin hanging off the sharp edge of the heel. She drew in a breath, and looked at me very thoughtful.
“Was that me, did I get your hand with my heel?” she said softly. “That must have seriously hurt” she continued, “why didn’t you say something?” she asked. “I am so, so sorry you poor thing, I felt something but didn’t realise. Oh you poor thing, I am so sorry”. She look really sad.
“It’s ok, it was my fault, I’m sorry” I finally got some words out.
“What!!?!?” she exclaimed, “I smash my stiletto heel through your poor hand and You say sorry to me?”. “I think this needs a trip to the hospital” she said. “no, please!!” I rasped out. “It has got to be hurting right? There is no telling what damage I have done to you” she said. She put gauze on the wound and wrapped it in a bandage. “No, hospital, now!!” she said and walked off dragging me behind her.
She suddenly turned and stepped over to a table and picked up a bag. She did not realise that the rough rubber sole of her awesome platform shoe was now crushing my toes. With that wooden platform she would not feel anything she stood on, I was in love with them.
She opened the bag and pulled out what looked like a small red rag. She stretched it out and pulled it on, it was an amazing tight red mini dress and as she pulled it on. She looked fantastic. She had keys and moved to the door with a loud clacking on the hardwood floor. I stumbled and fell into the wall.
“Woah there, lets take it easy” she said as she grabbed me around the waist and helped me out the door. We walked out the gate, her warm body holding me tight, the sweet smell of her perfume intoxicating me. She pressed the remote, we were beside a very large SUV. She opened the passenger door and helped me in. I did not feel very well.
She walked around the other side and climbed in, it was a very expensive looking Range Rover. The leather of the seats and trim still smelt new. I was in awe of her as she drove it like a sports car, in six inch heels. I was distracted by the sight of her legs, and the movement of them on the pedals. She kept glancing at me with an unreadable expression.
I don’t know how long the ride took, but we eventually arrived at some hospital somewhere. I was strangely a bit out of it. She was proving quite strong and fit as she dragged me out of the car and helped me into the emergency room.
I heard her start talking to a receptionist or nurse or something as I slowly passed out.
I felt like I was in a dream as I slowly came around, then woke with a start. I was in a bed, and Kimberly was holding onto my undamaged hand, she smiled at me and gave my hand a squeeze.
Just then a very attractive middle aged woman in a white coat came in, she said “hi I’m Dr Green I’ll be looking after you today, what do we have going on here?”.
Kimberly looked at me and I could not speak or make eye contact, having problems breathing again and feeling very dizzy.
“We were out at a party and I’m afraid I stood on his hand with my stiletto heel, I didn’t even notice, it just smashed a hole in his hand!”. She explained, then went on to describe me passing out and being unable to talk.
The Dr gently unwrapped my hand, and asked Kimberly for her shoe. Kimberly took it off and I again had a good look at that amazing long sharp heel.
“These are beautiful, and that heel is just amazing. I love them!” the Dr exclaimed. “Where did you get them?” she asked. As she said it the Dr was comparing the hole in my hand with the heel tip. “That clearly did the damage all right, and you didn’t feel a thing?” she asked. “No I just stepped on it, I may have twisted the heel a bit, I remember feeling something strange but I was distracted” said Kimberly.
The Dr looked at me, lifting my chin to look me in the eye. “I’ll bet you felt it right? How did that feel? Did you feel a twist?” she asked. She had an intense look on her face. I just nodded.
“He doesn’t say much does he?, is he always like this?” the Dr asked Kimberly as she went over to a trolley and filled a syringe. “No, he has only mumbled a few words at me since we met an hour ago”. Kimberly replied folding her arms and frowning at me. Now I felt like I wanted to die, my life really was not worth living.
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