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lesbian or, at least, bisexual. A cruel joke on men.
    He scooted her a little closer and helped her limp into the cramped space of his half bath. There wasn’t much room fo r this sort of thing. The other bathroom off his bedroom was plenty large, full-size tub and all, but he’d rather have this smaller area to disinfect. Probably need an entire case of Clorox wet wipes for this girl.
    She sat on the toilet seat, and leaned back with a weary sigh, oblivious to the fact that the gown covered almost nothing of her legs and thighs. What an odd girl. So alive , spry. The more he checked her out in the bright light of the bathroom, the weirder it got.
    She should be on life support, laid out, leaking from all those nasty wounds. This woman looked like shit, but nothing even close to the injuries he had seen on her body two nights ago.
    He couldn’t help himself. He undid the buttons of her gown and opened it. His hands reached for her red-stained bandages. She just sat there and watched him, silent. The bandages came away easily, revealing wounds that had seen several weeks of healing.
    “Holy hell!”
    He backed away till he hit the door jamb with his shoulder. She just sat there, looking down at her naked chest, only to look back up at him, puzzled. “What’s wrong?”
    “That’s … fucking amazing!”
    “Yeah? Well it hurts, a lot.” Her strange puzzlement morphed to a hiss of pain. For a moment there, she had a snarl going. Oh man, not only was she crazy, but she had a mean streak too. He needed to get rid of this girl fast.
    He quickly pulled the rest of her bandages from her stomach, breasts, and thigh. “I’m sorry. I can give you something for the pain, but it’s only Percocet. I have a few pills left over from when I strained my shoulder a couple months ago.”
    Eyes squinted up in pain , she nodded. “I’ll take whatever you have.”
    She lay there fully exposed, a single button holding her gown together, bloody, bruised, definitely not in any shape to be sexy. But those words, spoken in her husky, pain-filled voice led to the wrong kind of response low in his groin. His eyes traveled down her slim belly to the soft curves of her shaved mound. He could see the top of her slit.
    Under different circumstances, this woman would be a fine little piece of ass. He was already getting hard again. Stop it you idiot. She needs your help, not your cock. Stop being such a perverted sociopath . She caught him staring at her in fascination, and he almost felt embarrassed. Almost.
    “I’ll be right back.”
    He jetted to his bedroom, to the master bath. His shaking hands found the half-full bottle of Percocet and then he dug through the mirror cabinet for the first aid kit he’d cobbled together from stolen hospital supplies. One of the perks of working as a paramedic, he never needed to buy medical supplies.
    “Here.” He handed her two pills and a bottle of water , double the normal dose. She was probably in a shit-ton of pain.
    She reached out to take the pills. “No water. I can’t stand the taste of it.” She swallowed them dry.
    He s hrugged. The woman would dehydrate without water. But that was going to be her problem, as soon as he could get her out of his apartment and onto a bus. “You really do need fluids, but, suit yourself.”
    Dark, hun gry eyes assessed him. She stared at his neck, and then tracked down the line of his body, to the lump in his pants. He could almost feel her eyes on him, like she wanted him, his body. Nutjob probably wanted to take another chunk out of him. Or maybe she was simply hungry.
    “Can I get you something to eat?”
    “Yes.” Her eyes flicked up to his face, to his neck. “Later.” She slumped there on the toilet seat.
    T he woman looked exhausted. She should be. That kind of near death experience takes a lot of recovery. He recalled that desperate moment when her heart had actually stopped – he thought she was gone for sure.
    The woman was tough as nails.
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