Kate - a great fan
Kate had been in the same position for months now. Bambi, the oblivious, energetic (and quite busty) school nurse was Kate’s caretaker for as long as Kate’s sister, Grace, was too busy with college.
It was just another day of school, Bambi was wheeling her poor patient through the hallway, but Kate noticed that the endless talking wasn’t taking place on that day. Bambi kept quieter than usual. As they arrived at the nursing room, the woman approached Kate’s field of view with a smile on her face. “What could this mean?” Wondered Kate.
“Look, dear. I know it must be really tiring be in one position all this time and I, as your cautious caretaker think you’ve healed just enough so we can finally make some changes in your treatment”
Kate rolled her eyes, having in mind all the times they mentioned a change in her treatment, and then she ended up in a worse situation than the previous. She was certain that this one would have a catch too.
“Why that face, my love? I was thinking about completely removing you from this cast!”
Kate’s eyes sparkled with joy, as the tried to convey a genuine smile, even if through a mouth that was wired shut and all the plaster encasing her jawline and most of her forehead.
“Of course, your bones aren’t quite ready yet, so you should still be in casts for a while. But I believe this new one is going to take you out of this monotonous pose, you’ll see!”
Kate’s humble smile quickly turned into a frown, crushing great part of all the hope she was building up from that point. “But maybe it won’t be that bad” she thought to herself. “Maybe Bambi will split my cast into various sections so I can change positions. Any change would be a welcome one at this point”
Kate’s head was full with expectations and hope. Then Bambi snapped her back to reality and with a cheerful and high pitched voice, she told her patient she wanted to begin as soon as possible. Kate nodded (or at least tried to do so) as she was given sedatives, that made her drift off and finally black out.
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“Come on, my little butterfly! How do you like your new cocoon?”
These were the words that awakened Kate, as she slowly opened her eyes, just to see Bambi bent down in order to make eye contact. She quickly tried to get up, only to find out that the quick effort she made costed a long lasting and harsh wave of pain. She tried to stay calm and not to start sobbing, which was really hard.
“So, sweetheart, how do you like your new cozy little bodycast?”
Kate immediately tried to feel her own body, then realized some things. First, and most obvious, she was lying on her back, with both her legs stretched out in front of her. Secondly, her arms were suspended, but not as much as she could see more than the tip of her fingers. Speaking of which, she realized the cast, just like the other one, covered almost every inch of hers, except for the face, fingers and toes. Her peripheral vision could tell she had her whole head casted, with her face inside a helmet-like structure, that shaped like the letter T, covering her cheekbones and great part of her chin, and also leaving her forehead a bit more exposed than it used to in the previous cast.
She also couldn’t feel or see the hairlines that came out in the other casts she’d been into. Then realized with great relief her hair was tied firmly by Bambi into a ponytail, which she could tell was behind her head.
Then, she felt something familiar: a neck brace. An itchy and warm one. In addition to that, she could feel stripes of plaster throughout her neck, locking her head in one place. This was nothing new, since she couldn’t move her head as much as an inch for the past few months.
Kate also felt that there was something coming through her wired jaw. It was water, not the freshest or tastiest one, but it was dripping continuously, which made her believe there was some kind of IV tube hydrating her constantly. She thought it was a good ideia, since she didn’t depend on anyone to come and give her something to drink using a regular straw.
The last thing Kate noticed was her least favourite part. An itchy sensation down in her private parts. She didn’t want to believe it, but she had been catheterized. There was a plastic tube tucked inside her urethra in addition to a soft, but thick diaper, one of the cheapest kinds.
Right as she was letting out a quiet groan, she felt herself standing up really quickly, while hearing clicking metallic noises, but not by her own will. She stood up so quick she suffered a momentary motion sickness.
“Ah, I forgot to mention, I could manage to get just for you a special stretcher that lets me switch you from horizontal to vertical positions and pretty much anything in between! Isn’t that fantastic? And you don’t have to worry, because there are stripes securing you firmly in place, so you don’t fall off and hurt these fragile little bones that I love so much... But anyways, you’re late for class!”
Three days passed by on Kate’s brand new cast. Bambi operates the special stretcher extremely harshly, which resulted in her feeling dizzy every time she was stood up or laid down. But there wasn’t much she could do but try getting used to it.
It wasn’t very long until Kate’s colleagues started harassing her on the brand new cast. Soon, it was already filled with mean writings.
Sometimes in class, while Kate’s stretcher was placed vertically, her classmates would unlock the safety pin that held her in place at the times she least expected, making the stretcher fall at maximum speed on itself, giving the girl a brand new wave of excruciating pain and sickness. Then, the classroom would storm in laughter and mocking, disturbing every class the incidents took place. Even worst, the students wouldn’t even bother putting her back in place, facing the board. They would just leave her there, starring at the ceiling, trying to cope with the aching body and pay attention to the now invisible and muffled class.
By the fourth day, Kate was being moved out of her last period, when the principal asked Bambi to take the girl to see her. Mrs O’Hara stormed about how she was disturbing other students’ attention and making too much noise with her stretcher. “You will be suspended from class until further instructions. Ms. Bambi is going to take care of you meanwhile.”
Kate could only mumble in agreement, then was moved away from the principal’s office.
“You know, honey... at your age, I liked to prank my friends too. It’s not unusual at all, don’t feel bad for yourself... Well, we’re here. I’ve set a cozy little room for my favourite little mummy... hehehe... Anyways, the stretcher wasn’t even working properly anymore, I think it got damaged by one of your little scares. But again, don’t feel bad, I know your urge to socialize is even bigger, and I can relate to that!”
Kate was put on a hard bed, inside a tiny room with white walls. The careless maneuvring on Bambi’s part gave her broken bones a reminder of how pain feels like. She was harshly dropped in bed. Soon, she started to explore her surroundings.
She was certain there was a window, letting a warm breeze come in. She could feel and hear an old fan doing its best to provide an acceptable temperature for the few body parts that Kate had exposed. She just settled down (mainly because of the lack of choice) and watched as Bambi booped her nose and left, bouncing her big breasts with herself.
A week went by, Kate had already gotten used to her monotonous surroundings (or at least the bleak ceiling, which was directly in front of her T shaped face hole) and could tell what time it was by the noise her fellow students made throughout the hallway right next to her room.
The only parts of her day that Kate wasn’t neck deep into unbarable boredom was, unfortunately, when other teenagers came by to visit her. They would often write offensive things all over her full body cast. Luckily for her, they still hadn’t taken notice of her catheter and IV bag, two things that would ruin her miserable existence rather easily if put in the hands of angsty and malicious kids. She knew, though, it was just a matter of time, so she should enjoy while she could.
People would write usual things, just like in her previous casts. But this time, she couldn’t see a thing, unfortunately for them. So often they would sit on her chest and straight up draw on her face. Sometimes a moustache, sometimes phallic face tattoos, or even just write bad names on her sweaty forehead.
With her being stuck looking straight up, it was easy for someone to sneak into her room and pinch her private parts, making her squeal in pain. Boys would often grope down there too, when she begged they would be at least harmless. But they never were. She couldn’t even see the face of those who did it, and if she could, it wouldn’t help much either.
Lastly, and what she hated the most, the students liked pulling her ponytail as hard as they could, only adding to the world of pain where she was stuck inside. Not just that, but as people pulled it, the tie grew weaker and weaker, making some hairlines poke out of her protective head cast, sitting on her forehead, waving in the fan’s weak breeze, causing annoyance and extreme itching.
It was a Friday. Kate finally heard the ringing of the bell that announced the end of the last period. She liked Fridays, because kids usually walked right past her dormitory, either for being too excited for the weekend and having better things to do (unlike Kate herself), or, the least likely, they decided to give her a merciful day.
She was almost certain she would have some peace and quiet for the afternoon, until she heard someone sneaking through the door. She strained her eyes trying to have the slightest view of anything that was going on. It was no use. She realized it was a group of three boys, who made no effort at all to remain silent, even though they assumed she was asleep.
“Who’s there?” She tried to ask, only to be reminded that she could only output quiet mumbles. The boys laughed at her and made fun amongst themselves of the helpless girl.
She could see one of the boys far into the corner of her field of view and hear the other two messing around her room. She found it strange that they hadn’t pinched her in any way, nor did they directly offend her. Instead, they were just making strange noises on the corner of the room.
Soon, the boys left her alone, as the hallway finally went silent. Not long after, Bambi entered the room, bouncy and cheery as usual. She bowed before Kate’s motionless body and started casually talking to Kate
“Hey, sweetie. You have really lovely friends, you know? When I was your age, the boys in my class would never want to chat with me after school on a Friday. You should be really thankful! Anyways, I need to be out for a while, just to take care of some stuff. I’ll be back late at night today, if not early in the morning tomorrow. It’ll do you some good to spend sometime with yourself, you know? So, have a great afternoon, and don’t stay up late waiting for me, ok? Love you.”
Kate struggled to tell Bambi she didn’t want to be left alone for an entire afternoon and evening, but Kate’s quiet groans were lost among Bambi’s footsteps, amplified by what Kate was certain to be high heels. She was all alone in silence.
“Things can get worse, but they won’t. Not now, please.” Kate thought to herself, hoping that positive thought could be of any use. Then, she started drifting off, to the faraway land she created inside her head to help her get through the last months, just to be interrupted by buzzing and clicking sounds. She had no idea of what it was, but it couldn’t be any good.
Around a minute later, the buzzing sound of the fan she was already used to hear all day began to cease, as if it was losing its speed. The air, that was already lacking any sign of freshness was becoming unbearably hot. Kate started sweating and blushing like never before. The faceplates that covered her cheekbones were greasy and everything around her uncovered face was getting watery. The neck brace she wore was soaking wet, making it itch hellishly. Kate couldn’t see herself or the bed she was in. But if she could, she would see a sea of sweat below a pile of hot cast, dripping all around. The itching was inhumane, not even mentioning how hot it was inside all those layers of plaster. Some hairlines poking out of her helmet stuck to her skin, ink from markers used by her classmates earlier to draw on her face started melting on her greasy forehead. She helplessly tried to sip harder from her water straw, hoping to keep herself hydrated, with no results.
Kate desperately tried to speak as clearly as she could, hoping that someone would still be in school with her, but nothing but a muffled sound filled with pain and hopelessness came out.
And just to top off her suffering, she saw something to her left quickly approaching the center of her field of view. It was the same boy from earlier, but with a mobile phone in hands, ready to take a picture of the miserable, itchy, aching, burning, sweaty and helpless Kate.
"Mfff fnyfnn tfrr? F fhnk fhfnn ff brfkn!"
“Say cheese”
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