Cared by Twin daddies

Chapter 47

"What the hell are you doing here," Nina O'Reilly said to herself in the mirror as she tried to pin that stupid nurses’ hat on her head for the third time. After sticking herself with the bobby pins, Nina finally got the starched, old-fashioned cap to sit straight over her bun of scarlet hair.

She was in the bathroom, or as the German's called it, stalling before she had to go out and start her shift at the U.S. Army hospital in Landstuhl. She had only been working there two months, and wasn't sure how much longer she'd last. She missed her friends back home in Chicago, missed deep-dish pizza, and even the windy days that would chill her to the core. She especially longed for her colorful scrubs, which were so much more casual and comfortable than the itchy white dress, ugly shoes, and stupid pointed cap they made her wear here. Just a formality, Nina was told, when she arrived on her first day of work. Since she didn't have a uniform, she had to borrow one from another nurse, who only managed to grunt at her after shoving it in her hands. Nina discovered that most of the German nurses were more business like than American nurses, which to her meant they were meaner. After two weeks of trying to get to know them, Nina gave up and kept to herself. The doctors, on the other hand, smiled at her, but Nina knew it was probably because the uniform she borrowed was extremely tight across her chest and occasionally would pop a snap, much to Nina's embarrassment, but the doctors' delight.

Nina had a feeling that the older German nurses didn't care for her much. Part of Nina's charm was not realizing how attractive she was, but to the German nurses, she was young, pretty, and thin; everything they weren't. Nina's fiery Irish roots were evident in her wavy, naturally red hair, her brilliant green eyes, and the slight Irish lilt to her voice. Plus the fact that she didn't speak the language fluently gave the native nurses a reason to make jokes about her in German. Nina knew they were talking about her, but didn't understand what they were saying. She did know that if one of them ever came to Chicago to help at her hospital, she and her American co-workers would have been much nicer. That's just one of the differences, Nina thought, as she smoothed her dress over her backside and headed into the hallway.

Since she was still the new staffer, and couldn't communicate well, the staff didn't allow her to assist with full nursing duties, so she was relegated to handing out medication, giving sponge baths, and generally comforting the injured. Luckily, the soldiers all spoke English, and Nina felt closer to most of them than the people she worked with. A few solders were her favorites. One, Tony, had been in an ambush in Afghanistan, and had probably lost his sight, although Nina didn't meet him until after his eyes were already bandaged, and the doctors wanted to keep them covered for another month. Nina loved reading to Tony and listening to him talk about his beautiful wife Theresa and his twin boys Andrew and Rico. Tony had the most amazing spirit, Nina thought, since he never wavered from believing he would see again. It always buoyed her spirits after spending time with him, and she kept reminding herself that if Tony felt it was going to get better, she had to think the same way.

The mundane duties in Ward 4 where Nina was assigned were divided between herself and one other German nurse who was young and homely, but like the others didn't seem to like Nina. In truth, she stuck out her tongue at Nina every time she walked by. Nina knew she spoke English because she overheard her talking to her patients, but she couldn't get this girl—Reva—to even say hello to her.

Even though she'd been nursing for two years, Nina wasn't sure this was the correct profession for her. She felt too much of the pain; her nurse friends back home said she would harden over time, but Nina just couldn't see that happening. Whenever she heard that a soldier in the hospital didn't make it, she would go to the chapel, light a candle, and say a prayer for his soul; a by product of her Irish Catholic upbringing.

Nina and Reva worked the graveyard shift, mostly because they were the youngest and could be pushed around the most, but also because little happened in the middle of the night, Nina actually preferred it because the other nurses weren't around to bug her, and even Reva stayed away from the nurses station, doing who knows what, but Nina didn't care. She did her job, and by the time 7 a.m. rolled around, she was ready to head back to her small apartment—Wohnung—and go to sleep.

There were 10 men in Ward 4. Most of them slept odd hours because they were on various stages of medication, so Nina sometimes would give night baths or muscle massages to help the men relax and go to sleep. She had promised Gerry, one of the more seriously wounded patients, she would give him a scalp massage, since he occasionally got bad headaches, and her massages helped keep them at bay.

It was midnight; Nina's shift had started two hours ago. She was a little hungry, and decided to eat the salad she'd brought from home before going into the ward. She had only seen Reva once that night, about an hour ago, and didn't give it a second thought because there wasn't a thing she could do about it anyway. As far as she knew, Reva was sleeping in a broom closet somewhere.

Nina popped open the top of her salad container and realized she'd forgotten to bring a fork. That meant she had to run over to the cafeteria and grab a plastic one. It was only a five-minute walk past Wards 2 and 3, so she walked quickly yet quietly in her crepe-soled shoes so she wouldn't disturb any of the patients who might be sleeping.

As she was walking between 3 and 4, she heard a moaning noise. She didn't see anyone at the nurse's station there, and wasn't sure if she should check on the sound, since this wasn't her assigned area. But being the conscientious nurse she was, Nina peeked inside the ward and barely stopped herself from screaming out loud. She discovered where the noise was coming from, and was shocked at what she saw. It was Reva, on her knees, giving one of the soldiers a blow job. That slut! Nina was stunned, disbelieving what she was seeing. Now I know what she does all night, Nina thought, shaking her head back in forth in disapproval. She looked around to see if the other patients were seeing this, but the rest of the ward was asleep. Probably drugged by Reva, thought Nina.

At this point she didn't know what to do. Break it up? Tell on Reva? Mostly what she did was watch, frozen in her steps. Reva had the sheet pulled down on the bed, and the soldier, who had both arms in casts and in traction, was arching his back and licking his lips. His c**k was huge; even in the shadows Nina could see he was bigger than any man she had ever been with. Reva was licking him up and down like an excited kid enjoying a lollipop. It reminded Nina of summers when she was younger. She and her girlfriends would buy those multi-flavored big stick popsicles, licking and sucking the juices, pretending they were c***s. Sometimes they'd let the sweet, sticky concoction melt just enough to get runny and drippy, which they'd then lick off their faces slowly with their tongues. The teenage boys would watch them, their mouths hanging open, and the obvious bulge (although little ones) in their pants.

What Nina was seeing now wasn't pretend at all. Reva took that enormous c**k in her mouth and pushed it in and out at a speed Nina could hardly believe. Reva stopped abruptly, pulled her t**s out of her uniform, and began rubbing his c**k between her breasts. The soldier was moaning so loudly now, Nina was stunned he didn't wake up everyone else. You could see the frustration in his face that he couldn't use his hands to touch Reva, which probably only teased him more. Finally, Reva stuck his c**k in her mouth and grabbed his d**k with her right hand, running it up and down the shaft at the same time she sucked on him. The patient bucked a few times, and Nina could tell he was cumming in Reva's mouth. s**t! Nina back out the door and headed back to the nurse's station, forgetting all about the fork for her salad. When she got back to her ward, she was so shaken from what she'd just witnessed that she began pacing the hallway trying to think what to do next.

About an hour later, Reva walked by, first smiling at Nina (who had finally regained her composure—but not her appetite—enough to sit back down at the nurses station) then sticking her tongue out like she always did, unaware of what Nina had seen.

"What a cunt," Nina muttered under her breath, making sure Reva was out of earshot. Nina finally decided she wasn't going to say anything. Maybe it was a one-time event, maybe the two of them were a couple, and since she couldn't prove anything, and the other nurses weren't going to believe what she said anyway, what was the point. As usual, Nina finished her shift and went home, but slept fitfully, dreaming of giant p*****s chasing her through a dense forest.

For the next five nights Nina followed Reva around and watched her service at least 18 other men, sometimes one right after the other. It was unbelievable to Nina. Sometimes Reva would give them head, other times she'd let them feel her up and lick her t**s, and one guy she even climbed on top of and f****d him, even though he wasn't as responsive as the rest.

On the fifth night, she saw Reva go into Ward 4. Nina didn't want to get caught, but she just had to know what, or who, Reva was doing. When she saw Reva with her tongue down Tony's mouth, and Tony grabbing Reva's ass and fingering her p***y, Nina almost threw up. All that bullshit Tony fed her about how much he loved Theresa and the kids; it was all crap. He was f*****g that slut Reva just like the rest of the guys. As Nina started to close the door she'd been peeking through, she caught a glimpse of the guy in the bed across from Tony. His name was Jeremiah, Nina thought, and then she panicked because he caught her eye; damn; Jeremiah caught her watching Reva and Tony.

Now Nina had two problems: Reva the w***e, and Jeremiah, who could rat her out. Nina didn't know much about Jeremiah, just that he had been injured in one of the raids in the war, and had a leg that was broken and in traction. She never really noticed him before, but she was sure he would say something to someone about both her and Reva.

Maybe it was just time to pack up and move back to the States, thought Nina, as she hid out at the nurse's station and hoped nobody needed anything before the morning shift came around.

After a couple more nights, no one reprimanded or fired Nina, so she assumed that Jeremiah was going to keep quiet. She felt uncomfortable when she was in the ward because she knew he watched her. Once she caught his eye, and he just smiled at her. Thinking about Jeremiah when she was safe at her apartment, she realized his smile wasn't a creepy one, but kind of nice and innocent. Maybe she would confront him and get the air cleared so she didn't have to feel so self-conscious every night.

What did change drastically was the time she spent with Tony. Although she felt bad at first that she wasn't keeping him company as much, and couldn't tell him the truth when he asked her why, he seemed to get over it, since Reva was spending more time with him now.

Around 2 a.m. of her shift, Nina went into the ward to make a quick bed check, and when she got to Jeremiah, she saw that he was awake. Nina went over to his bed, and began fluffing his pillow and making sure he had enough water on his bedside table.

"Hi Nina," Jeremiah said softly, turning his face toward her.

"Hi, um, Jeremiah, right?" Nina replied weakly.

"Yes. Thanks for making sure I'm comfortable." Jeremiah could tell the last thing Nina was feeling right then was comfortable, but he knew if he didn't broach the subject, he might miss his chance. "Hey, do you wanna talk about what happened in here the other night?" he suggested.

"I'm not sure," Nina eyed him warily.

"Well, let me put your mind at rest. I'm not going to tell anyone anything. Besides, this has been going on for a long time, and definitely ever since I've been here, which is a little over two months ago, just before you started."

"Do you mean Reva and Tony?" Nina responded wide-eyed, now more curious than panicked.

"Reva, Tony, and every other guy in this ward, along with probably the rest of the floor."

"Why did it take me so long to realize this is what she's been doing at night?" Nina asked, probably more to herself than Jeremiah.

"I guess we care to know only what we want to know," he answered, smiling at her. Jeremiah loved watching Nina, but this was the first time he really had a chance to study her up close. Her eyes, even in the dim light of the ward, were like sparklers on July 4th: green with gold flecks that made his heart dance just gazing into them.

"I'm sorry I saw it; I really don't know what to do."

"Don't do anything; just let it be. Most of the people here know it happens, and in all honesty, some of the doctors think it might be helping morale, and possibly helping some heal faster. Try not to be angry with the men. It's pretty scary getting shot, and these guys are a long way from home without family to comfort them while they heal. Besides, it does relieve stress, you know," Jeremiah grinned at her. He thought he saw a little smile from Nina in response, but couldn't be sure because she turned away from him.

Nina still felt uncomfortable, and did what she knew best: began nursing. She grabbed a bottle of lotion, the extra-strength kind, and massaged some into the exposed part of Jeremiah' bad leg. It was important to keep the skin supple, because the air was dry in the hospital, and skin problems, especially itching, could exacerbate some of the other conditions.

"Thanks, Nina, that feels good," Jeremiah said, his eyes closed, enjoying the touch of her soft hands on his skin.

"Can I ask you a question," Nina said bravely, knowing Jeremiah' soft brown eyes weren't watching her.

"Shoot."

"How do you know all this? I don't recall her visiting you in all the nights I've watched her."

"I know what goes on here because this hospital is like a prison. Guys talk; word gets around. We're not behind bars, but when someone's handing out free blow jobs, everyone wants a piece of the action, and Reva is willing to oblige. Personally, I don't care to be one of the many. The though of her going from guy to guy is enough to know I don't want to come home with a disease I've never heard of and probably couldn't pronounce, since all I know in German is danke and Auf Wiedersehen. Plus, I've seen the way she treats you, and I think it sucks."

Nina looked at Jeremiah' face, eyes still closed, and thought that was nice of him to say. He wasn't a bad looking guy, actually kind of cute, with his wavy blond hair starting to grow out a bit from the buzz cut. He had a kink in his nose that looked as if it might have been broken at some point when he was younger, perhaps during a football game. His body still looked strong, even though he was stuck in this bed on and off for almost three months now. Nina mentally reminded herself to check his chart when she went back out to the station.

"Thanks for the honest response," she said, flipping the lotion bottle closed and returning it to its place on the bedside table. "Try to get some sleep, now."