Broken to bright

After a car accident, I lay in the hospital with a long-term patient next to me—a girl whose sadness showed even through the curtain between us. Strange, soft sounds often drifted from her side. One day I couldn’t resist peeking through a gap. She was touching herself, yet her face was filled with quiet sorrow. She noticed me but didn’t pull away. Instead she reached over and whispered, “Can you stay with me?” Her boyfriend had left after seeing her injuries and realizing how long she’d be confined. I felt sorry for her—and once I saw her clearly, I found her surprisingly lovely. Her hand slipped into my pants and wrapped around my cock. Her fingers were soft, warm, and firm as they stroked me. Pleasure built fast; I came in her hand before I could stop it. She guided my fingers to her slick pussy. “Be gentle,” she breathed. I eased inside her warmth with care, shifting positions to avoid hurting her, until I couldn’t hold back. I pulled out and came across her flat stomach. Still catching our breath, she took my hand and said softly, “You’re gentle. Thank you for staying with me.” In the days that followed I kept her company. Her smiles slowly returned. A week later she was discharged, and we never saw each other again.