<strong>Bambi Martin, Looking at Dr. Rogers and Dr. Adams, Deciding Hospitals Aren't All Bad</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.emeraldlich.com/uploads/Bambi.jpg)</div><em>No hospitals</em>. That's what Bambi's boyfriend Ricco always told her, anyway. And gosh, Ricco was a guy who certainly knew about hospitals! He'd been shot before, twice! Who knew that being a sanitation worker could be so dangerous! But Ricco always told her, it was part of the territory, babe. Fortunately, Ricco knew a lot of doctors ... although they all seemed to be plastic surgeons, or veterinarians, who were shockingly good at treating gunshot victims and drug overdoses at all sorts of weird hours.<br/><br/>Bambi didn't question it, though. For that matter, she didn't really question much of anything. All she knew about Ricco was that he was hot, he could get her into all the hot clubs in the city, he bought her lots of nice things, including a car (who knew sanitation workers made so much money?), and the guy had a big cock and could fuck her senseless all night long.<br/><br/>Bambi worked as an airline stewardess as well. And lately, she'd been working the Miami - New York City route for Delta Airlines. So her little world was perfect ... some nights she'd be in New York City, partying with her boyfriend, and some days and nights, she'd be in sunny Miami, lying out on the beach and doing a little flirting with guys. Okay, sometimes the flirting led to other things - she'd wound up in bed with a few guys, she didn't mean it, but they always managed to talk her into it! - but she loved Ricco. Even though she'd fool around on him every once in awhile ... or maybe a little more than that.<br/><br/>Still, she loved Ricco enough to smuggle some stuff for him every week or so from Miami to New York. It was secret stuff, even though she was pretty sure it was drugs. But Ricco had sworn her to secrecy, so she didn't really know ... all she knew is Ricco called her his sexy accomplice, and that she couldn't tell anyone what she was doing. She didn't know what an accomplice was - and neither did any of her girlfriends, after she'd told them all about her smuggling stuff for Ricco - but it sounded cool.<br/><br/>The only thing she left out with her girlfriends is how she smuggled the stuff - it came wrapped in condoms, and she either had to shove them up her ass, or her pussy. Kind of like Ricco's cock, except it didn't feel as good. But telling people that didn't sound sexy, so she told her girlfriends instead that she had a steel suitcase with an atomic lock, like James Bond.<br/><br/>But on last night's flight back home from Miami, she'd started cramping. Really bad. Almost to the point of passing out. And she'd been sweating, and dizzy, and claustrophobic, like she was going to pass out ... she'd done the first thing Ricco told her - flush the condoms if you think you're in trouble - but as for calling him, and telling him she needed a doctor? Ricco worked so hard, she hated to call him in the middle of the night!<br/><br/>Instead, after she'd landed, one of the other flight attendants had driven her to Calvin Coolidge Memorial Hospital. Her legs still were really cramped up bad - she couldn't really walk - and she still felt incredibly dizzy. And her heart was pounding.<br/><br/>And she'd been admitted, and sent to a ward with other sick people. Ick.<br/><br/>She felt a little better, though, when the doctors finally started making their rounds. And especially when the two younger doctors started heading their way ... one was pretty cute, and the other ...<em>gosh</em>. Bambi never had been with a black guy before, but after seeing the doctor heading her way, she decided she wouldn't mind having a big helping of chocolate in bed with her.<br/><br/>"Hi, guys!" Bambi said to the doctors, as they approached her. She giggled, and gave them her best smile, and started to wave at them ... and then doubled over in agony as sharp pains shot through her side, beneath her ribs, and the cramps in her lower legs flared up again.