<strong>Yoatz ~ with Maddy</strong><br/><br/>It was one of those dreams. The kind that seemed so real. The kind that had all the right stuff. It was like a $50 trip to one of those ritzy steak places where they brought the thigh size meat on skewers from table to table and you ate til you burst. The kind where you moaned it was so good. Like the kids in the wardrobe where you spill out into the wrong place and love it only to spill back into....<br/><br/>Yoatz jerk awake. His hands on the side of the cot, sitting up right and expecting the dream.<br/><br/>FUCK!!<br/><br/>Someone was calling out as he took it all in. The room. Medical. The sink with the small stool size trash bin. The exam bed with....<br/><br/>Without his new trainee. Because ole shaky jelly legs with burnt soles was trying lamely to stand beside the damn thing wearing more pins and needles than a sewing pillow.<br/><br/>"Whateryouthinkin?" Yoatz blurted out knowing she was gonna drop.<br/><br/>He reached for the closest thing. Trash bin in hand he was at her side in one long stride. His hand gripped her arm as he slammed the trash can against the back of her calves.<br/><br/>"Sit before you fall down!" Yoatz growled looking around for that stupid call button.<br/><br/>