Chapters The Service Model Chapter 5
Later that afternoon, after she was finished waking the new patient and the other women were packaged for delivery to their new caretakers, Sarah was overcome with an intense headache. She slipped over to her medicine cabinet and popped out a couple ibuprofen, before retreating to the bathroom. Downing the pills with some water, she caught her own gaze in the mirror. A slight bruise was forming on her right brow where the patient had headbutted her, but that shouldn’t have sparked this kind of pain, it was just a little knock! Yet even as she stood there, she started to think, then she got confused, then she wondered where she was… Looking at herself as if she didn’t recognize the scrubs she wore, she tried her hardest to remember. When was the last time she had worked at the hospital… the ER… talked to her mother? They had been so close until… until what? Why hadn’t she called for… for months? Years?! Why–
Andy breezed into the bathroom, “Hey doll, the boss just left, so as long as you’re done, we can settle down tonight and pick up where we left off.” Sarah looked over at this man as if he were a stranger, and his face suddenly matched her look of concern. He got closer, reaching out to steady her, “Hey. Baby. Are you feeling alright?” he said as they embraced.
Along with the feeling of Andy holding her, Sarah’s thoughts flooded back, and she had a hard time remembering what she had been so worried about, adopting her usual happy tone, “Oh yeah, I’m fine. Just a bad headache, nothing to worry about, dear. You know, let me finish up, and that sounds like a plan.” They kissed and she left him to relieve himself, passing Bunny on the way out. What a strange woman, always so demure and reserved, Sarah wondered how she did her job at all, she must be an awful receptionist, away from her desk all day, chatting it up with the guys in acquisitions. But as she made her way back to the development lab, Sarah struggled to remember when she had ever actually heard that woman “chatting”.
Oh well.
Upon walking into the patient room, she found Asa trying to squirm to the edge of the bed, and just caught the last stretch as she touched the guardrail with her left bum cheek. With this contact, after who-knows-how-much struggling, or however much she could gauge from the heavy breathing coming from the trach, Sarah watched with concern as the tiny girl collapse even further into the bed, either exhausted or distraught, probably both. “Poor baby.” she cooed to no one. She placed her hand on the girl’s sweaty abdomen to let her know she was there, and the girl flinched, recoiled in surprise. Such a tough life it must be after her horrible accident. “We’ll find you a new home, yes we will,” she said as she repositioned Asa back up on her pillow. The details of her mask were so distracting: the slight relief into the matte-white plastic depicted a girl with her eyes closed, with exaggerated, cartoonish eyelash lines and a coy little smile, as if she were having a deep, naughty dream. In reality, she had no idea what the disabled young woman was thinking, but Sarah knew she wouldn’t like the next part.
Because of her disfigured face, and Jasper’s order to remove her g-tube, Asa required feeding and hydration through a different method. Sarah wished she could warn the poor girl for what was coming, but she couldn’t fathom a way.
Asa was still breathing hard from her escape attempt, if she could even call it that. She felt pathetic, completely unable to defend herself. Even a six-inch lip on the side of her bed was enough to imprison her! But it was all so futile and she knew it. When Nurse had picked her up and put her head back on the pillow, the reality of how little she had travelled in the last…oh keeping track of time was impossible… anyways it was made painfully obvious. It couldn’t have been more than a foot or two, and she was being generous with herself. With no limbs to run with or voice to beg for rescue, how was she going to get away? What was the point of all this??
But then again, what was the point of escaping? Her old life was over now, she would never run again, never finish her studies, or take over her baba’s old home. Distracting her, Nurse put her hands on Asa’s hip and shoulder and easily flipped her over onto her firm chest, to her infinite confusion. Then she felt the woman spread her ass cheeks apart.
“No! No way! Not there! I’ve been through enough!” Her silent struggles were no match though, and after a small bit of lube was applied, Asa, who had never let anyone in her backside and had never ever planned to, felt what she assumed to be a cold metal plug press against her anus and struggle to go in. When she clenched as hard as she could, Nurse let up for a moment. “HA. See? Not so usel— OWW!!” The woman had spanked her! The stinging pain stayed with her for a moment, and was followed by another! And another! Even in pain, Asa was resolute until the moment she remembered she had no way to protect her behind, and another three stinging swats had landed. “No more! I’ll give in, I swear!” she wheezed to herself.
Sarah didn’t want to hurt the girl, but she could think of no other way to communicate the necessity of eating and drinking to a girl with no mouth, and fueled by the headache this ungrateful girl had caused, Sarah’s patience was running thin. She tried again, and even though there was another instinctive moment of resistance, the plug went in without issue. She had no way of knowing how degraded Asa felt.
Asa tried to push the thing out, but it seemed nearly impossible, and she honestly feared what the repercussions would be if she succeeded. Through the metal mass, she felt Nurse attach something, and then she felt water, or something, going in? Asa had heard of her running friends doing juice cleanses and enemas in the offseason, but she had never been into such invasive fads. The water continued to rush in, almost as if Nurse was forcing it (she was), until Asa felt that she couldn’t take any more. As it became truly uncomfortable, the flow stopped, and she felt the tube detach, but nothing came back out, and Asa was left with a persistent need to relieve herself with no way of doing so. She was flipped over again to her back, with less care this time, and left for a few moments before Nurse came back to lift her ass up. Besides jostling the uncomfortable fluids that were in her at this moment, she realized within moments of coming back down that the woman was putting a diaper on her.
Was this it? This was her life now. Nothing could permeate the dead silence and the endless black of her mask, and she wouldn’t even be able to tell her attendant she needed the toilet. She could have resisted more, insisted to herself she wasn’t a baby, but it was truly pointless. All Asa could look forward to was the feeling of fresh sheets every other day, the beam of sun that warmed her skin through the window sometimes, and getting touched down there by Nurse or any other random person who walked in, which she assumed was her purpose now, based on the changes they had made to her. But it was all guesswork. Hell, she had no idea if Nurse was even a real nurse, but it was a better name than ‘Random Caretaker/Captor #1’.
And so Asa laid there, slowly absorbing what her nurse knew as a large electrolytic nutrient enema while, unknown to her, the lights went out and Sarah packed up to leave for the night. Right before she closed the door, the good-hearted attendant realized her carelessness. She covered the little girl up with blanket and placed her hand on her patient’s chest to try to say goodbye, before dashing out to meet Andy’s car and head home.
Of course, for Asa her first night wasn’t much different than her first day. She fell asleep once the pressure in her colon decreased a bit, but it never truly went away, and when she awoke it was joined by an equally unpleasant pressure. Asa hated the idea of using her diaper, even just to urinate, because she had no idea how long it would be until Nurse came back and once she relieved herself, she would have to live in her own filth for who-knows-how-long. Even if she couldn’t smell it herself, it was gross! She was only now growing suspicious that it was night-time, as the temperature of the room had decreased slightly and she hadn’t felt anyone walking nearby or adjust her for a long time, so her option to hold it in became more favourable.
She didn’t have much longer to ponder over her choices though, for once the waiting game became futile, painful even, and no amount of fidgeting and flexing her legless hips on the bed would help, she let go and pissed herself for the first time. And this nearly broke her.
Sarah at that time was home in bed, four hours from her alarm, lost in what felt like her first dream in ages. Andy had proposed to her after their two years together, and she was wearing a white dress, but then her family showed up, her coworkers from the hospital, her whole life, and another man who already had a ring on. Where had they been for so long? She was so happy they were here to wish her well in marital bliss… but they didn’t. They were all screaming something, something horrible. The sound of the words made her want to run away from him, it couldn’t be true. “NO!”
Sarah awoke with a start, bolt upright, before calming down, forgetting their awful words, then their dire meaning, and finally settling back into her lover’s arms.