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THUNK! A loud banging noise comes from up the stairs, interrupting me from my mid morning coffee, followed quickly by “OW!”. There’s pause enough for me to wonder what happened, and if everything is ok? That question is answered in short order with a multitude of small moans and “Owwwwww”s. I’d better go find out what just happened.

“Raven? Is everything OK?” Raven is my new roommate as of around 3 weeks ago. She seems cool, but I have to admit that her and I both being single can sometimes make for some awkward tension around the place. She is getting in to pro volleyball, and I will be the first one to admit, she is something fine to look at. Toned legs, stunning blue eyes, black hair and breasts that compliment her perfect stomach in a way that just begs for attention. At least, that’s how I imagine her with her clothes off – she’s been pretty clear about boundaries so far.

Side note, and a selfish personal delight: her sports career seems to be great at dishing out injuries which to a cast guy like me is pretty much a visual gold mine. And what’s better, she knows it. Not that I meant it that way, but when your new sexy roommate moves in wearing a walking boot, and said roommate invites you to get drunk with her to celebrate the move.. things get said. I might have come on a bit strong that night, but she’s been cool about it. Yeah she told me off and said she wanted to focus more on her career, but it didn’t stop her from flirting. I think she even wore the boot an extra week just to show off. That and ever since, she regales me with stories of times through high school and into her career that led to casts and crutches. Suffice to say she has been a pretty great roomie so far.

Anyways, I get to the top of the stairs and start looking for her. “Raven, are you OK? I heard a bang”

“…In here,” she says through what sounds like tears “I’m sorry for my state.. but I really need you to come in”. Her smoky voice is coming from the bathroom. My stomach does flips as I walk through the doorway.

And there she is. Lying in the tub, her smooth skin covered by nothing but her two arms cradled over her chest. She is in obvious pain, but I can’t help but freeze for a moment. She is everything I imagined she would be, but the fantasy turned reality still shocks me out of my senses for a moment. I think I catch myself before she notices, “what happened?” I ask.

“I was just getting out of the shower, and I slipped” she sniffles, “my feet went into the end of the tub, and I landed really hard on my wrists”. She says that last part with a wince, gently lifting her elbows up off the sides of her stomach as if to explain why her wrists are crossed over her belly holding each other. “I’m really worried about my ankle, I mean I just broke it like 8 weeks ago! But my big toe on my right foot hurts, and my wrists really hurt and..” she starts tearing up again.

“Ok, ok, first things first let’s get you out of this tub” I say grabbing a towel and throwing it over my shoulder, “do you think you can walk?”

She flexes her left ankle and makes a “shhhh!” sound. Then she lifts her right foot and examines it. Her big toe looks sort of bent, and is very swollen already. “I, I don’t think so,” she says.

“Ok, I will have to carry you then!” I say, trying to sound cheerful. Selfishly, I have to admit I am. It’s not every day that presents this kind of an opportunity – this beautiful girl is going to be in bandages before the end of the day, that much is guaranteed. But I still need to realize that to her, this is not exciting, it just hurts. As gently as I can, I pick her up and carry her to the living room sofa.

I’m no expert at first aid, but I have to say I feel like I moved pretty quickly this time. In no time at all, Raven is dried and wrapped in a towel on the sofa with tensor bandages and ice packs applied to all four of her limbs. Well, three. We ran out so I improvised and used some ice and a bucket for her toe. “How are you feeling now?” I ask.

Raven takes a moment to think on that, and test her limbs again. God, every movement of her tanned body makes it so hard to focus. I can only imagine what those limbs must look like locked in casts..

“My ankle is feeling better,” she says while rolling her foot slightly under the ice and bandages, “I don’t think I broke it again. But I am pretty sure I did my toe in.” She frowns and gingerly lifts her right foot from the ice. Yep, that one is broken alright. Just look at it. “And my wrists..well I can’t move either of them very well and they are throbbing like crazy! I don’t want to say, but.. I think I might have broken them too..” she pauses, and puts out a little frustrated sigh. “No matter what, there goes my season for sure. Hey,” She looks up at me with a pleading expression, “This is a lot to ask, but would you be able to drive me to the hospital?”

“I already called work and took the day off ten minutes ago” I reply, “let’s go as soon as you’re ready.” I’m not missing this for the world.

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THUNK! A loud banging noise comes from up the stairs, interrupting me from my mid morning coffee, followed quickly by “OW!”. There’s pause enough for me to wonder what happened, and if everything is ok? That question is answered in short order with a multitude of small moans and “Owwwwww”s. I’d better go find out what just happened.

“Raven? Is everything OK?” Raven is my new roommate as of around 3 weeks ago. She seems cool, but I have to admit that her and I both being single can sometimes make for some awkward tension around the place. She is getting in to pro volleyball, and I will be the first one to admit, she is something fine to look at. Toned legs, stunning blue eyes, black hair and breasts that compliment her perfect stomach in a way that just begs for attention. At least, that’s how I imagine her with her clothes off – she’s been pretty clear about boundaries so far.

Side note, and a selfish personal delight: her sports career seems to be great at dishing out injuries which to a cast guy like me is pretty much a visual gold mine. And what’s better, she knows it. Not that I meant it that way, but when your new sexy roommate moves in wearing a walking boot, and said roommate invites you to get drunk with her to celebrate the move.. things get said. I might have come on a bit strong that night, but she’s been cool about it. Yeah she told me off and said she wanted to focus more on her career, but it didn’t stop her from flirting. I think she even wore the boot an extra week just to show off. That and ever since, she regales me with stories of times through high school and into her career that led to casts and crutches. Suffice to say she has been a pretty great roomie so far.

Anyways, I get to the top of the stairs and start looking for her. “Raven, are you OK? I heard a bang”

“…In here,” she says through what sounds like tears “I’m sorry for my state.. but I really need you to come in”. Her smoky voice is coming from the bathroom. My stomach does flips as I walk through the doorway.

And there she is. Lying in the tub, her smooth skin covered by nothing but her two arms cradled over her chest. She is in obvious pain, but I can’t help but freeze for a moment. She is everything I imagined she would be, but the fantasy turned reality still shocks me out of my senses for a moment. I think I catch myself before she notices, “what happened?” I ask.

“I was just getting out of the shower, and I slipped” she sniffles, “my feet went into the end of the tub, and I landed really hard on my wrists”. She says that last part with a wince, gently lifting her elbows up off the sides of her stomach as if to explain why her wrists are crossed over her belly holding each other. “I’m really worried about my ankle, I mean I just broke it like 8 weeks ago! But my big toe on my right foot hurts, and my wrists really hurt and..” she starts tearing up again.

“Ok, ok, first things first let’s get you out of this tub” I say grabbing a towel and throwing it over my shoulder, “do you think you can walk?”

She flexes her left ankle and makes a “shhhh!” sound. Then she lifts her right foot and examines it. Her big toe looks sort of bent, and is very swollen already. “I, I don’t think so,” she says.

“Ok, I will have to carry you then!” I say, trying to sound cheerful. Selfishly, I have to admit I am. It’s not every day that presents this kind of an opportunity – this beautiful girl is going to be in bandages before the end of the day, that much is guaranteed. But I still need to realize that to her, this is not exciting, it just hurts. As gently as I can, I pick her up and carry her to the living room sofa.

I’m no expert at first aid, but I have to say I feel like I moved pretty quickly this time. In no time at all, Raven is dried and wrapped in a towel on the sofa with tensor bandages and ice packs applied to all four of her limbs. Well, three. We ran out so I improvised and used some ice and a bucket for her toe. “How are you feeling now?” I ask.

Raven takes a moment to think on that, and test her limbs again. God, every movement of her tanned body makes it so hard to focus. I can only imagine what those limbs must look like locked in casts..

“My ankle is feeling better,” she says while rolling her foot slightly under the ice and bandages, “I don’t think I broke it again. But I am pretty sure I did my toe in.” She frowns and gingerly lifts her right foot from the ice. Yep, that one is broken alright. Just look at it. “And my wrists..well I can’t move either of them very well and they are throbbing like crazy! I don’t want to say, but.. I think I might have broken them too..” she pauses, and puts out a little frustrated sigh. “No matter what, there goes my season for sure. Hey,” She looks up at me with a pleading expression, “This is a lot to ask, but would you be able to drive me to the hospital?”

“I already called work and took the day off ten minutes ago” I reply, “let’s go as soon as you’re ready.” I’m not missing this for the world.