Nurse!

"Ouuch! That shit hurts, man!"

"Of course it hurts, its alcohol. Now stop being a bitch and stay still." The shoggoth was pretty bitchy herself. But Alison was more focused on the searing pain coming from one of her front legs. Unable to see from the rags and bandages of the EMT, she could just barely make out how bad the injury was. Her fore-left spider leg had become twisted at the joint of her patella and her tibia, leaving the few segments below that subtly twitching from pain. Well, this is what she gets for trying to play twister drunk on Starbucks.

The ambulance lurched to the stop, which almost prompted out another scream from Alison. The doors flew open and the shoggoth slithered her way out around the bulk of Alison's body and through that skin crawling method of touching, helped her out onto a large stretcher.

Thankfully these days, hospitals were now required to provide adequate needs for MGs, under the Disabilities Act. Funny how that works, being helped through being non-disabled.

She is rushed into the ER, not even really remembering how the hell they got an IV stuck in her arm, the only thing she managed to see is a few bright and vivid colors on her way into the blazing white spotlights. It was just now occurring to her that the room seemed a bit fuzzy.

A soothing, masculine voice washed over her, "Ma'am? We're putting you under so that we can fix that leg okay? Just ease right off to sleep, and we'll fix you up. You'll be alright."

Didn't have to tell her twice. Almost before he could finish, Alison slipped right in to blissful sleep.

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The next thing she knew, she woke up to the noise of the incessant beeping of the heart rate monitor. She hurt all over,  knock-out serum is some potent stuff on an Arachne. She became aware that she was in a hospital bed, one that seemed to have been fairly broken in. She lay on her back, her boxy spider abdomen propped by a raise platform and her twiggy, semi-transparent legs lay off the side of the bed, save for one that is encased in a cast and hung in the air. She was now adorned with a baggy hospital shirt, one long enough to reach down over her womanhood, instead of her usual top and veil.

Another thing she noticed was a guy slumped into the chair next to her, asleep.

Well, that's new in hospitals. She nudges him with one of her legs, "Heyyyy."

Her speech was a bit slurred still, almost to the point she was giggling at herself. The guy still hadn't roused, but shrugged his shoulders around. This time she knocked harder against the side of his leg, but her legs were still a shy but numb, as her force pulled his legs out of the seat and onto the floor with a loud 'thud'.

"Fuck!"

The guy had smacked his head into the floor; sending Alison into a giggle fit again, although some of it stung.

"I'm sho sowry, I didn't mean tooth knocked yah out."

The guy looked up and made a quick, reassuring smile, "Ah, it's okay. Happens all the time really." He jumped up from the floor and rubbed his eyes, "Alrighty, I'm up. Only got like two seconds of sleep, but I'm up!"

She held a hand to her smile, "Well Mwister Sweepy man, who are you an wha happened?"

The guy went to the end of her bed and picked up a clipboard off the edge and flipped over the first few pages," Alison Pierce, admitted for a twisted tibia. Reason stated, intoxication."

He looked up at her again, "Warning, patient is exhibiting lewd conduct."

She grew a beet red blush, "What the fwuck?!"

He laughed, "That Shoggoth EMT? You were flirting with her on the way to the ER."

"Bullshit, weally?"

He set the clipboard down, "Yup, you were saying how you loved her sweet, manly voice." He cracked up.

Alison cringed her arms together, "Oh gwod..."

"It's alright, she knew you were going under and didn't take it too hard. Although, don't expect a good welcome back from her, she's still miffed that you said masculine, and not something more...you know."

Alison shook her head, "I'm show shworry."

The guy adjusted her sling a bit and went back to resume his seat. It was then, almost like she hadn't really seen it before, but he was wearing mismatched scrubs, green bottoms and a red top. As he sat down, Alison rolled her head around and wiggled her tongue to try and relieve herself of the lisp.

"So Docthor, are you here two chweck my temperature?"

He laughed and sat back in the chair, "See? Lewd conduct right there."

She nudges him with a leg again, "Shooo?"

He laughs and sits down on the edge of her bed, "Ah well, I'm not a doctor anyways, so you can't go home and tell how you got out of medical bills."

"Rweally? Thats a shwame. You'd make a cwute Docthor." She crosses her arms and wiggles her tongue at him.

"Oh you're just saying that so I can give you some morphine."

They laughed; Alison threw her hands up, "Guilty as chargthed."

As a buzzing sound came from the male nurse's side, which prompted him to check it, Alison was enthralled in the man's figure. Even through the mismatched scrubs, he seemed like a genuinely well built man, probably works out a bit too. His blonde hair was neatly short cropped, most likely for sanitation, but it was still just too cute. And his voice was pretty familiar too...

"Wha ish it?"

"Ah just them paging to see where I am. I tell you what, its like being on a leash."

She smirked, "Ohhhh, didn't take you for a Kwinky fella."

"Up! See you are quite the pervert!"

"Awww you walked into thath one though."

He sits down on what little space there is at the end of her bed, "True, true. But just keep it up and I'll get that EMT in here and you two can discuss that manly voice of hers."

"Oh! You wouldn't dare!"

Folds his arms, "Well lookie there, you can talk normal now."

Alison rolled her eyes, "Blehhhhhh, Ish still a bit numb."